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GRAND  RAPIDS,  MICH.. 

C  M.  LOO  MIS,  PUBLISHER. 

i877. 


THE 


SENTIMENTAL  SONO  BOOK 


BY  JULIA  A.  MOORE. 


WITH  NUMEROUS  ADDITIONS  AND   CORRECTIONS 
BY  THE  AUTHOR. 


"  Then  came  the  magic  of  a  poet's  name, 
Like  light,  upon  my  fancy ;  and  I  eat 
Brooding  for  hours,  amid  sequestered  nooks. 
On  all  the  mighty  masters  of  the  lyre." 


GRAND  RAPIDS,  MICH : 

C.    M.    LOOMIS,    PUBLISHER, 

1877. 


Entered  according  to  act  of  Congress  in  the  year  1877,  by  Mrs.  Julia  A.  Moore, 
in  the  office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress. 


PREFACE. 


This  little  book  is  composed  of  truthful  pieces.  All  those  which  speak 
of  being  killed,  died  or  drowned,  are  truthful  songs ;  others  are  "  more 
truth  thanpoetiy"  They  are  all  composed  by  the  author. 

I  was  born  in  Plainfield,  and  lived  there  until  Iwas  ten  years  of  age. 
Then  my  parents  moved  to  Algoma,  where  they  have  lived  until  the  present 
day,  and  I  live  near  them,  one  mile  west  of  Edgerton. 

JULIA   A.  MOORE. 


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INDEX. 

PAGE. 

The  Author's  Early  Life, 9 

Centennial,        ......  12 

John  Robinson,      ......  13 

The  Brave  Page  Boy,*,                                          .          .  15 

Grand  Rapids,        ...  17 

Temperance  Reform  Club,  18 

Hiram  Helsel,         ....  20 

Beautiful  Twenty-Second,    ....  21 

William  Upson,                 ,  2'> 

Dear  Love,  do  You  Remember,      .           .  24 

Hurrah  for  Cooper  and  Cary,              .           .  25 

My  Infant  Days,           ....                      .  27 

Roll  On  Time,  Roll  On,  .....  28 

Minnie's  Departure,    ........  29 

Lois  House,  .........  .30 

The  Brave  Volunteer.            ....  32 

Little  Andrew,       ......  33 

William  House  and  Family,           ....  34 

The  Orphan's  Friend,      ...                                .  37 

The  Two  Brave  Soldiers,      .  38 


Early  Days  of  Rockford,  .                                                               ...  40 
Grand  Rapids  Cricket  Club,                      .          .                                          .41 

Little  Henry,          .                                .                     42 

Be  Kind  to  the  Little  Ones,                                         ....  44 

Red  Ribbon,           .                     ....  45 

Carrie  Monro,     ..........  46 

Little  Minnie,          .                     ....                     ...  47 

Centennial  Celebration,         ........*.  49 

Maryette  Myers,      ..........  51 

The  Dear  Old  Flag,      .                     .......  52 

Libby  Prison,           ..........  63 

Hattie  House,     ...                                                  .  54 

Little  Susan,            .                              .......  56 

Young  Henry,             ~.  57 

Ashtabula  Disaster, r>9 


THE  AUTHOR'S  EARLY  LIFE. 

£f  WILL  write  a  sketch  of  my  early  life, 
;gp     It  will  be  of  childhood  day, 
And  all  who  chance  to  read  it, 

No  criticism,  pray. 
My  childhood  days  were  happy, 
And  it  fills  my  heart  with  woe, 
To  muse  o'er  the  days  that  have  passed  by 
And  the  scenes  of  long  ago. 

In  the  days  of  my  early  childhood, 

Kent  county  was  quite  wild1, 
Especially  the  towns  I  lived  in 

When  I  was  a  little  child. 
I  will  not  speak  of  my  birthplace, 

For  if  you  will  only  look 
O'er  the  little  poem,  My  Childhood  Days, 

That  is  in  this  little  book. 

I  am  not  ashamed  of  my  birthright, 

Though  it  was  of  poor  estate, 
Many  a  poor  person  in  our  land 

Has  risen  to  be  great. 
My  parents  were  poor,  I  know,  kind  friends, 

But  that  is  no  disgrace ; 
They  were  honorable  and  respected 

Throughout  my  native  place. 


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My  mother  was  an  invalid, 

And  was  for  many  a  year, 
And  I  being  the  eldest  daughter 

Her  life  I  had  to  cheer. 
I  had  two  little  sisters, 

And  a  brother  which  made  three, 
And  dear  mother  being  sickly, 

Their  care  it  fell  on  me. 

My  parents  moved  to  Algoma 

Near  twenty-three  years  ago, 
And  bought  one  hundred  acres  of  land, 

That's  a  good  sized  farm  you  know. 
It  was  then  a  wilderness, 

With  tall  forest  trees  abound, 
And  it  was  four  miles  from  a  village, 

Or  any  other  town. 

And  it  was  two  miles  from  a  schoolhouse, 

That's  .the  distance  I  had  to  go, 
And  how  many  times  I  traveled 

Through  summer  suns  and  winter  snowr. 
How  well  do  I  remember 

Going  to  school  many  a  morn, 
Both  in  summer  and  in  winter, 

Through  many  a'heavy  storm. 

My  heart  was  gay  and  happy, 

This  was  ever  in  my  mind, 
There  is  better  times  a  coming, 

And  I  hope  some  day  to  find 
Myself  capable  of  composing. 

It  was  my  heart's  delight, 
To  compose  on  a  sentimental  subject. 

If  it  came  in  my  mind  just  right. 

—  10  — 


If  I  went  to  school  half  the  time, 

It  was  all  that  I  could  do ; 
It  seems  very  strange  to  me  sometimes, 

And  it  may  seem  strange  to  you. 
It  was  natural  for  me  to  compose, 

And  put  words  into  rhyme, 
And  the  success  of  my  first  work 

Is  this  little  song  book  of  mine. 

My  childhood  days  have  passed  and  gone, 

And  it  fills  my  heart  with  pain 
To  think  that  youth  will  nevermore 

Return  to  me  again. 
And  now  kind  friends,  what  I  have  wrote, 

I  hope  you  will  pass  o'er, 
And  not  criticise  as  some  have  done, 

Hitherto  herebefore. 


—  11  — 


CENTENNIAL. 

(OME  all  ye  friends  of  Liberty, 
/     Who  love  our  good  old  nation, 
Let  hands  and  hearts  united  be, 

And  beat  the  wide  creation. 
For  this  is  our  Centennial  year, 

The  birthday  of  our  nation  ; 
For  it  is  just  one  hundred  years 
That's  stood  our  good  old  nation. 

CHORUS;  Centennial!  Centennial! 

Hurrah  to  the  Centennial ; 
And  many,  many  people  gone 
To  our  national  Centennial. 

To  Philadelphia  people  went, 

And  more  was  sure  to  go,  sir ; 
They  say  there  was  things  to  be  seen 

Of  a  hundred  years  ago,  sir. 
Come  all  ye  sons  of  liberty, 

That  lovfi  our  good  old  nation, 
Unite  and  keep  our  country  free, 

And  the  stars  and  stripes  a  waving. 

The  revolutionary  war  \vas  fought 

To  gain  our  independence, 
That  we  a  nation  great  may  be, 

Both  free  and  independent. 
They  fought  the  British,  far  and  near, 

For  freedom,  and  they  gained  it — 
In  Centennial  years  of  Jubilee, 

Let  Columbia's  sons  maintain  it. 


—  12  — 


JOHN     ROBINSON. 

AIR—"  The  Drunkard." 

(OME  listen,  friends,  and  hear  a  song, 
/     It  is  a  doleful  one, 
About  a  young  man,  dead  and  gone — 

He  died  far  away  from  home. 
John  Robinson  this  young  man's  name, 

His  age  I  cannot  tell, 
And  he  was  loved  by  all  his  friends, 
And  he  was  known  full  well. 

His  father  and  mother  being  dead, 

It  left  him  an  orphan  boy, 
When  he  was  with  his  brother 

His  health  failed  him,  poor  boy. 
Kind  friends  they  thought  'twould  do  him  good 

To  travel  for  his  health  ; 
To  California  he  did  go 

With  his  Uncle  Zera  French. 

He  was  not  gone  but  a  short  time 

When  a  letter  his  friends  received  ; 
It  told  how  homesick  Jonny  was, 

How  he  for  home  did  grieve. 
It  said  that  he  was  getting  worse, 

And  his  money  was  nearly  gone, 
And  if  he  did  not  soon  return 

Never  more  would  he  see  home. 

It  said,  "  Dear  Brother,  will  you  please 

Some  money  to  me  send. 
For  I  fear  I  have  not  got  enough 

To  bring  me  back  again. 
The  doctor  says  I  must  soon  return, 

If  I  wish  my  home  to  see, 
For  if  I  stay  my  life  is  short, 

For  the  air  disagrees  with  me." 

—  13  — 


His  brother  Will  the  letter  read, 

It  made  his  eyes  grow  dim. 
"  Dear  brother,  he  shall  soon  return, 

For  I  will  go  and  fetch  him." 
This  brother  dear  was  very  kind  ; 

With  money,  he  went  with  haste 
For  to  bring  him  home  again, 

But  Oh  !  he  went  to  late. 

For  he  was  sick,  and  very  bad — 

Poor  boy,  he  thought,  no  doubt, 
If  he  came  home  in  a  smoking  car 

His  money  would  hold  out. 
He  started  to  come  back  alone — 

He  came  one-third  the  way — 
One  evening  in  the  car  alone 

His  spirit  tied  away. 

No  friend  was  near  to  speak  to  him, 

Or  hear  his  dying  moan  ; 
How  sad,  how  sad  it  must  have  been 

To  die  there  all  alone ; 
No  loving  friends  to  soothe  his  brow, 

Or  ease  his  weary  form  ; 
Poor  soul,  poor  soul  is  now  at  rest, 

For  his  soul  to  heaven  has  gone. 

Telegraph  dispatch  was  sent  his  friends — 

How  sad  were  they  to  hear — 
How  their  loved  one  died  all  alone, 

In  a  car  with  no  one  near. 
The  brother  brought  his  body  home 

To  his  friends  that  loved  him  best. 
He's  sleeping  in  their  grave  yard  now, 

Let  peace  be  e'er  his  rest. 

—  14  — 


THE    BRAVE    PAGE    BOYS. 

AIR—"  The  Fierce  Discharge" 

$TN  the  late  rebellion  war, 
(en     Grand  Rapids  did  send  out 
As  brave  and  noble  volunteers 

As  ever  went  down  south : 
Among  them  were  the  brave  Page  boys — 

Five  brothers  there  were  in  all ; 
They  enlisted  and  went  down  south, 
To  obey  their  country's  call. 

John  S.  Page  was  the  eldest  son- 
He  went  down  south  afar, 

And  enlisted  in  the  Mechanics,  o^ 

And  served  his  time  in  the  war. 

Fernando  Page  the  second  son  ; 
Served  in  the  Infantry  ; 

He  was  wounded,  lost  both  his  feet 
On  duty  at  Yorktown  siege. 

Charles  F.  Page  was  a  noble  son — 

In  sixty-four  did  enlist, 
And  in  the  same  year  he  was  killed 

In  the  fight  of  the  Wilderness. 
This  brave  boy  was  carrying  the  flag, 

To  cheer  his  comrades  on. 
He  fought  in  the  Eight  Infantry ; 

Now  he,  brave  boy,  is  gone. 

'Tis  said  of  this  brave  soldier  boy — 

'Twas  just  before  he  died — 
Stood  the  flag  standard  in  the  ground, 

Laid  down  by  it  and  died.  ^ 

The  friends  that  loved  this  noble  boy, 

How  sad  were  they  to  hear 
Of  his  death  on  a  battle  field : 

His  age  was  twenty  years. 
—  15  — 


James  B.  Page  was  a  fine  young  man — 

He  went  in  the  artillery ; 
He  served  his  time  with  all  the  rest, 

To  keep  his  country  free. 
Enos  Page  the  youngest  brother — 

His  age  was  fourteen  years — 
Made  five  sons  in  one  family, 

Went  from  Grand  Rapids,  here. 

When  Enos  Page  went  from  his  home, 

He  was  only  a  boy,  you  know  ; 
He  stole  away  from  his  mother  dear, 

For  he  was  bound  to  go. 
She  followed  him  to  the  barracks  twice, 

And  took  him  home  again  ; 
She  found  it  was  no  use — at  last 

With  friends  let  him  remain. 

In  Eight  Michigan  Cavalry 

This  boy  he  did  enlist ; 
His  life  was  almost  despaired  of, 

On  account  of  numerous  fits, 
Caused  by  drinking  water  poisoned — 

Effects  cannot  outgrow ; 
In  northern  Alabama,  I  hear, 

There  came  this  dreadful  blow. 

How  joyful  wrere  the  parents  of 

Those  noble  soldier  boys, 
There  was  one  missing  of  the  five, 

When-  they  returned  from  war. 
The  one  that  carried  the  Union  flag 

Lies  in  a  Southern  grave, 
The  other  brothers  came  back  home 

To  Grand  Rapids,  their  native  place. 

—  16  — 


GRAND     RAPIDS. 

AIR— "Bright  Alfaretta." 

ILD  roved  the  Indians  once 

On  the  banks  of  Grand  River, 
And  they  built  their  little  huts 

Down  by  that  flowing  river. 
In  a  pleasant  valley  fair, 

Where  flows  the  river  rapid, 
An  Indian  village  once  was  there, 

Where  now  stands  Grand  Rapids. 

Indian  girls  and  boys  were  seen. 

With  their  bow  and  quiver, 
Riding  in  their  light  canoes 

Up  and  down  the  river. 
Their  hearts  were  full  of  joy, 

Happy  voices  singing 
Made  music  with  forest  birds, 

They  kept  the  valley  ringing. 

Indians  have  left  and  gone 

Beyond  the  Mississippi. 
They  called  the  river  Owashtenong 

Where  stands  this  pleasant  city. 
Louis  Campau  the  first  white  man 

Bought  land  in  Grand  Rapids. 
He  lived  and  died,  an  honored  man 

By  people  of  Grand  Rapids. 

When  Campau  came  to  the  valley 

No  bridge  was  across  the  river ; 
Indians  in  their  light  canoes 

Rowed  them  o'er  the  water. 
Railroads  now  from  every  way 

Run  through  the  city,  Grand  Rapids ; 
The  largest  town  in  west  Michigan 

Is  the  city  Grand  Rapids. 

—  17  — 


TEMPERANCE  REFORM  CLUBS. 

AIR — "Perhaps." 

enterprising  peopler 
In  our  cities  and  towns, 
Have  gone  to  organizing  clubs 

Of  men  that's  fallen  down  ; 
In  estimation  fallen  low — 

Now  they  may  rise  again, 
And  be  respected  citizens 

Throughout  our  native  land. 
CHORUS  : — The  temperance  reform  club, 

Forever  may  it  stand, 
And  everyone  that  loves  strong  drink 

Pray,  join  it  heart  and  hand. 
Then  many  a  home  will  be  bright, 

And  many  a  heart  made  glad, 
It  will  be  the  greatest  blessing 
This  nation  ever  had. 

Manufacturers  of  strong  drink 

Can  find  better  employ, 
Than  bring  to  ruin  poor  families, 

And  thousand  souls  destroy, 
Likewise  proprietors  of  saloons 

Lose  many  a  customer ; 
Those  men  now  rather  stay'at  home, 

That  place  they  now  prefer. 
CHORUS  : — 

Don't  be  ashamed  to  wear  your  badge 

Of  ribbon  on  your  breast, 
It  shows  you've  joined  the  club  to  be 

A  man  among  the  rest. 
Your  kindred  friends  will  love  to  see 

You  honored,  sober  man, 
And  all  the  friends  that  wish  you  well 

Will  help  you  if  they  can. 

—  18  — 


Perhaps  you  have  a  mother, 

Likewise  a  sister,  too; 
Perhaps  you  have  a  sweetheart 

That  thinks  the  most  of  you. 
Perhaps  you  have  a  loving  wife, 

And  little  ones  at  home, 
Their  hearts  rejoice  to  see  that  you 

Can  let  strong  drink  alone. 
CHORUS  : — 

Many  a  man  joined  the  club 

That  never  drank  a  drachm, 
Those  noble  men  were  kind  and  brave 

They  care  not  for  the  slang — 
The  slang  they  meet  on  every  side : 

"  You're  a  reform  drunkard,  too ; 
You've  joined  the  red  ribbon  brigade, 

Among  the  drunkard  crew." 
CHORUS  : — 

It  shows  their  hearts  were  very  kind, 

They  wished  to  save  poor  souls 
That  loved  the  intoxication  cup, 

That  signed  the  temperance  roll. 
Dear  friends,  ever  keep  rolling 

The  work  you  have  begun, 
Those  noble  men  will  not  repent, 

I  hope,  throughout  our  land. 
CHORUS  : — 

Dr.  Reynolds  is  a  noble  man, 

He  has  worked  hard  to  save 
Some  people  in  our  cities  and  towns, 

From  out  a  drunkard's  grave. 
There  is  other  men  to  help  him  now, 

He  lectures  not  alone 
Many  a  heart  that  blesses  them 

From  out  now  happy  homes. 

—  19  — 


HIRAM     HELSEL. 

AIK— "  Three  Grains  of  Corn." 

was  a  boy,  age  fifteen  years, 

Hiram  Helsel  was  his  name, 
And  he  was  sick  two  years  or  so ; 

He  has  left  this  world  of  pain ; 
His  friends  they  miss  this  lovely  boy, 

That  was  patient,  kind  and  brave. 
He  left  them  all  for  him  to  mourn — 

He  is  sleeping  in  his  grave. 

He  was  a  small  boy  of  his  age, 

When  he  was  five  years  or  so 
Was  shocked  by  lightning  while  to  play 

And  it  caused  him  not  to  grow, 
He  was  called  little  Hi.  Helsel 

By  all  friends  that  knew  him  well — 
His  life  was  sad,  as  you  shall  hear, 

And  the  truth  to  you  I'll  tell. 

His  parents  parted  when  he  was  small, 

And  both  are  married  again. 
How  sad  it  was  for  them  to  meet 

And  view  his  last  remains. 
He  was  living  with  his  father  then, 

As  many  a  friend  can  tell ; 
'Tis  said  his  father's  second  wife 

That  she  did  not  use  him  well. 

Just  before  little  Hiram  died — 

His  uncle  and  aunt  were  there — 
He  kissed  them  both — bid  them  farewell, 

They  left  him  with  a  prayer. 
Now  he  is  gone,  Oh  !  let  him  rest; 

His  soul  has  found  a  haven, 
For  grief  and  woe  ne'er  enters  there, 

In  that  place  called  heaven. 

—  20  — 


BEAUTIFUL  TWENTY-SECOND. 

To  Original  Music. 

^Tg^HE  people  in  this  nation, 
vP  Have  kept  for  many  years, 
February  twenty-second, 

That  day  we  love  it  dear. 
It's^our.forefather's  birthday, 
Brave,  noble  Washington ; 
And  may  we  ever  keep  it, 
Through  all  the  years  to  come. 

CHOEUS.— Beautiful  twenty-second, 
Beautiful  twenty-second, 
May  the  people  ever  keep  it, 
Beautiful  twenty-second. 

One  of  the  constitution  builders, 

Was  that  brave,  noble  man, 
He  fought  under  that  dear  flag 

That's  loved  throughout  our  land. 
He  went  through  many  battles, 

He  fought  for  liberty, 
That  this  glorious  republic 

A  nation  great  may  be. 
CHORUS — 

Oh,  keep  the  twenty-second, 

In  honor  to  his  name, 
Who  fought  to  gain  our  freedom 

From  England's  British  chains. 
Now  he  is  sweetly  sleeping, 

Brave,  noble  Washington, 
May  the  people  not  forget  him, 

Columbia's  noblest  son. 
CHORUS — 

—  21  — 


WILLIAM    UPSON. 
AIR—  The  Major's  Only  Son. 

(OME  all  good  people,  far  and  near, 
'  Oh,  come  and  see  what  you  can  hear, 
It's  of  a  young  man,  true  and  brave, 
Who  is  now  sleeping  in  his  grave. 

Now,  William  Upson  was  his  name — 
If  it's  not  that  it's  all  the  same- 
He  did  enlist  in  the  cruel  strife, 
And  it  caused  him  to  lose  his  life. 

He  was  Jesse  Upson's  eldest  son, 
His  father  loved  his  noble  son ; 
This  son  was  nineteen  years  of  age, 
In  the  rebellion  he  engaged. 

His  father  said  that  he  might  go, 
But  his  dear  mother  she  said  no. 
"  Stay  at  home,  dear  Billy,"  she  said, 
But  oh,  she  could  not  turn  his  head. 

For  go  he  would,  and  go  he  did — 
He  would  not  do  as  his  mother  bid, 
For  he  went  away  down  South,  there 
Where  he  could  not  have  his  mother's  care. 

He  went  to  Nashville,  Tennessee, 
There  his  kind  friends  he  could  not  see ; 
He  died  among  strangers,  far  away, 
They  knew  not  where  his  body  lay. 

—  22  — 


He  was  taken  sick  and  lived  four  weeks, 
And  oh,  how  his  parents  weep, 
But  now  they  must  in  sorrow  mourn, 
Billy  has  gone  to  his  heaven  home. 

If  his  mother  could  have  seen  her  son, 

For  she  loved  him,  her  darling  one, 

If  she  could  heard  his  dying  prayer, 

It  would  ease  her  heart  till  she  met  him  there. 

It  would  relieved  his  mother's  heart 

To  have  seen  her  son  from  this  world  depart, 

And  hear  his  noble  words  of  love, 

As  he  left  this  world  for  that  above. 

It  will  relieve  his  mother's  heart, 
That  her  son  is  laid  in  our  grave  yard  ; 
Now  she  knows  that  his  grave  is  near, 
She  will  not  shed  so  many  tears. 

She  knows  not  that  it  was  her  son, 
His  coffin  could  not  be  opened — 
It  might  be  some  one  in  his  place, 
For  she  could  not  see  his  noble  face. 

He  enrolled  in  eighteen  sixty-three, 
The  next  day  after  Christmas  eve  ; 
He  died  is  eighteen  sixty-four, 
Twenty-third  of  March,  as  I  was  told. 


—  23  — 


DEAR  LOVE,  DO  YOU  REMEMBER? 

f  BAREST  one,  do  you  remember, 
As  we  sat  side  by  side, 
How  you  told  me  that  you  loved  me, 

Asked  me  to  be  your  bride. 
And  you  told  me  we'd  be  happy, 
Through  all  the  years  to  come, 
If  we  ever  would  prove  faithful, 
As  in  the  days  when  we  were  young. 

Oh !  how  well  do  I  remember, 

The  kind  and  loving  words, 
And  now  as  I  sat  dreaming, 

The  thoughts  my  memory  stirs. 
But  the  days  have  passed  before  me, 

And  the  scenes  of  long  ago, 
But  I  can  never  forget  the 

Days  that  have  passed  o'er. 

Oh !  How  clearly  I  remember 

The  days  when  we  were  young, 
How  we  would  tell  to  each  other 

Of  happy  times  to  come, 
And  as  we  would  sit  together, 

That  dear  loved  one  and  I, 
Oh,  sat  dreaming  of  the  future, 

And  childhood  days  gone  by. 

Dearest  love,  do  you  remember 

The  first  time  that  we  met — 
Our  youthful  days  have  gone,  love, 

I  hope  you  love  me  yet, 
Now  we  are  growing  old,  love, 

Our  heads  will  soon  be  gray, 
May  we  ever  love  each  other 

Till  from  earth  we  pass  away. 

—  24  — 


HURRAH    FOR   COOPER  AND   GARY. 

AIR—"  Rally  'Round  the  Flag,  Bays" 

'E  will  rally  in  the  city, 

We  will  gather  from  the  farms, 
Shouting  equalization, 

Greenbacks  a  legal  tender, 
Then  the  poor  will  get  along, 

The  poor  that  dwell  throughout  our  nation. 

CHORUS  : — Three  cheers  for  Cooper  and  Gary, 
Hurrah,  boys,  hurrah ; 

Three  cheers  for  our  nation, 
In  peace  and  in  war ; 

If  it  were  not  for  our  laboring  men, 
What  would  our  nation  do — 

Take  this  in  consideration. 

It  is  now  one  hundred  years, 

Or  just  one  century, 
Stood  grand  this  good  old  nation, 

And  our  forefathers  fought 
That  we  may  not  be  a  slave — 

A  slave  to  the  monarchy  of  England. 

Revolutionary  war  was  fought 

With  the  British,  this  we  hear, 
To  make  this  an  independent  nation ; 

We,  the  independent  men, 
We  will  not  be  a  slave, 

To-bond  holders  in  our  nation. 

—  25  — 


The  Republicans  are  for  gold, 

And  the  nation  as  it  is ; 
Take  this  in  consideration. 

In  eighteen  seventy -nine 
Taxes  must  be  paid  in  gold, 

If  Hayes  and  Wheeler  gain  election. 

The  Democrats  are  for  gold, 

Reform  and  economy ; 
What  better  oif  will  be  our  nation, 

If  Tilden  and  Hendricks, 
If  they  gain  the  day — 

Poor  people  will  come  to  starvation. 

Come,  freeman,  now  arise, 
Put  your  shoulder  to  the  wheel 

This  Presidential  election ; 
Vote  for  an  independent  man, 

One  in  favor  of  greenbacks, 
In  this  great  financial  question. 

Three  cheers  for  Cooper  and  Cary, 
May  they  keep  marching  on — 

Marching  with  God  upon  the  right,  boys, 
May  they  conquer  o'er  their  foes 

And  the  cursed  money  rings — 
Right  will  yet  conquer  might,  boys. 


MY    INFANT    DAYS. 
AIR—"  The  Rain  upon  the  Roof." 

'HEN  I  was  a  little  infant, 

And  I  lay  in  mother's  arms, 
Then  I  felt  the  gentle  pressure 

Of  a  loving  mother's  arms. 
"  Go  to  sleep  my  little  baby, 

Go  to  sleep,"  mamma  would  say ; 
"  Oh,  will  not  my  little  lady 

Go  to  sleep  for  ma  to-day." 

Oh !  my  parents  loved  me  dearly, 

For  I  was  their  eldest  born, 
And  they  always  called  me  Julia 

In  a  mild  and  loving  form. 
My  parents  will  not  forget  me, 

Though  I  married  and  left  their  home. 
For  they  can  remember  clearly 

How  with  them  I  once  did  roam. 

Oh !  my  mother,  how  I  love  her, 
Though  her  head  is  growing  gray, 

For  in  fancy  I  can  see  her 
Bending  o'er  me  night  and  day, 

As  she  did  when  I  was  little, 
Watching  me  in  sleep  and  play — 

Mother  now  is  growing  feeble, 
•  Now  I  will  her  love  repay. 

Oh  !  my  father,  how  I  love  him, 

For  he  has  worked  hard  for  me, 
For  to  earn  my  food  and  clothing, 

In  my  little  infancy. 
And  oh,  I  will  not  forget  him, 

"While  on  earth  I  do  remain — 
May  the  God  of  heaven  bless  him 

In  this  world  of  grief  and  pain. 

—  27  — 


ROLL   ON   TIME,    ROLL   ON. 

Am— "  Rott  on,  Silver  Moon." 
OLL  on  time,  roll  on,  as  it  always  has  done, 

Since  the  time  this  world  first  begun  ; 
It  can  never  change  my  love  that  I  gave  a  dear  man, 

Faithful  friend,  I  gave  my  heart  and  hand. 

CHORUS  : — Koll  on  time,  roll  on,  it  can  never  turn  back 

To  the  time  of  my  maiden  days — 
To  the  time  of  my  youth  it  can  never  turn  back 
When  I  wandered  with  my  love,  bright  and  gay, 

I  was  happy  then  as  a  girl  could  ever  be, 

And  live  on  this  earth  here  below — 
I  was  happy  as  a  lark  and  as  busy  as  a  bee, 

For  in  fashion  or  in  style  I  did  not  go. 

My  parents  were  poor  and  they  could  not  dress  me  so, 
For  they  had  not  got  the  money  to  spare, 

And  it  may  be  better  so,  for  I  do  not  think  fine  clothes 
Make  a  person  any  better  than  they  are. 

Some  people  are  getting  so  they  think  a  poor  girl, 
Though  she  be  bright  and  intelligent  and  gay, 

She  must  have  nice  clothes,  or  she  is  nothing  in  this  world. 
If  she  is  not  dressed  in  style  every  day. 

Kemember  never  to  judge  people  by  their  clothes, 

For  our  brave,  noble  "Washington  said, 
"  Honorable  are  rags,  if  a  true  heart  they  enclose," 

And  I  found  it  was  the  truth  when  I  married. 

—  28  — 


f 

MINNIE'S    DEPARTURE. 

AIR — "  Mount  Vernon." 

DEAREST  Minnie,  she  has  left  us, 
£r      In  this  world  of  grief  and  woe, 
But  'tis  God  that  has  bereft  us, 
He  called  her  little  soul  to  go. 

Minnie's  gone  to  dwell  in  heaven, 
Where  bright  little  angels  reign. 

Her  little  soul  has  reached  a  haven 
Where  there  is  no  grief  and  pain. 

God  will  bless  his  little  treasures, 
One  by  one,  that  come  to  Him; 

Though  she  has  left  this  world  forever, 
We  will  put  our  trust  in  Him. 

Oh !  we  loved  our  little  dear  one, 
It's  no  human  tongue  can  tell — 

God  has  called  her  to  come  to  him, 
Yet  he  doeth  all  things  well. 

Oh  !  'twas  hard  for  us  to  leave  her 
In  her  little  grave  so  low — 

Leave  that  little  silent  sleeper, 
But  'tis  there  we  all  must  go. 

Oh  !  we  miss  our  little  treasure, 
And  her  loss  we  deeply  feel- 
When  we  think  she's  gone  forever, 
Tears  there  from  our  eyes  will  steal. 

—  29  — 


LOIS    HOUSE. 

AIK — "  Saphrona's  Farewell." 

§OME  all  ye  young  people  of  every  degree, 
Come  give  your  attention  one  moment  to  me ; 
It's  of  a  young  couple  I  now  will  relate, 
And  of  their  misfortunes  and  of  their  sad  fate. 

One  was  a  young  damsel,  both  blooming  and  fair, 

The  other  a  young  man,  his  beauty  was  rare ; 

He  loved  this  lady  as  he  loved  his  own  life— 

If  God  had  not  called  her  he  would  made  her  his  wife. 

He  courted  her  a  long  time  in  triumph  and  glee, 
But  little  did  he  think  that  she  would  soon  leave, 
Leave  him  in  sorrow,  forsaken,  alone, 
To  mourn  her  departure,  for  she  was  going  home  : 

Going  home  to  her  Father,  that  dwelleth  on  high, 
Who  gave  her  her  life  and  who  caused  her  to  die, 
And  leave  her  true  lover,  one  whom  she  could  trust, 
To  moulder  her  fair  form  a  while  in  the  duet. 

Lois  House  and  Joy  Morris  were  their  names,  I  believe. 
They  loved  each  other  dearly  and  never  deceived, 
But  God  he  did  part  them,  one  which  he  laid  low, 
The  other  He  left  with  his  heart  full  of  woe. 

Joy  laid  her  dying  head  on  his  bosom  once  more, 
Pressed  her  to  his  heart  as  he  had  oft  done  before, 
Saying  "  Dear  Lois,  are  you  going  to  leave  me?" 
"  Yes,  Joy,  I  can  no  longer  stay  here  with  thee !" 

—30  — 


"  Oh !  Joy,  can't  you  give  me  up,  dearest,"  said  she ; 

*'  If  you  will  say  yes,  love,  I  can  leave  in  peace ;  J 

In  heaven,  love,  I  will  be  waiting  for  thee— 

Be  true  to  our  Savior — you'll  soon  follow  me." 

"  If  I  must  say  yes,  love,  for  you  to  leave  me — 
God  will  do  better  by  you,  Lois,  than  me ; 
Oh!  it's  hard  for  me,  dearest,  hard  to  say  yes, 
It  leaves  me  alone,  love,  in  sad  woefulness." 

"  I  want  your  picture,  Joy,  placed  in  my  cold  hand, 
And  let  it  be  buried  with  me  in  the  ground ; 
It's  all  I  can  carry  with  me  to  the  grave — 
Grant  it  to  me,  love,  it's  all  that  I  crave." 

They  called  for  her  father  and  mother  most  dear, 

She  kissed  them  and  bade  them  farewell  thro'  their  tears  ; 

They  called  for  her  brother  and  sisters  again, 

To  kiss  their  sister  while  life  still  remain. 

"  One  kiss  from  you,  Joy,"  she  whispered  so  low, 
That  no  one  in  the  room  heard  her,  you  know ; 
She  gasped  for  her  breath  once  or  twice  more, 
When  lo !  her  spirit  left  her,  and  Lois  is  no  more. 

They  placed  her  fair  form  in  the  coffin  so  cold, 
And  placed  there  Joy's  picture  as  they  had  been  told ; 
They  bore  ker  to  her  grave,  all  were  in  sad  gloom, 
And  gently  laid  her  down  to  rest  in  her  tomb. 


—  31  — 


THE  BRAVE  VOLUNTEER. 

T  the  time  of  the  rebellion 
Between  the  north  and  south, 
Many  a  noble  volunteer 

Kent  county  did  send  out. 
Among  them  was  Chyler  Davis, 

He  hailed  from  Oakfield  town, 
He  enlisted  in  the  service, 

His  native  land  to  shield. 

This  brave  and  noble  volunteer, 

He  left  his  home  and  friends, 
For  he  dearly  loved  his  country, 

He  went  from  Michigan. 
Not  thinking  when  he  went  down  south, 

The  Federal  ranks  to  fill, 
That  he  would  lay  in  prisons, 

Belle  Isle  to  Andersonville. 

In  prison  cells  lamenting, 

For  seventeen  months  he  lay, 
Thinking  of  the  dear  ones 

At  home  so  far  away. 
He  lay  in  prison  suffering, 

No  friend  to  hear  him  moan, 
A  living,  walking  skeleton, 

He  was  when  he  came  home. 

He  was  discharged  in  Kansas, 

The  place  called  Fort  Leavenworth, 
And  he  did  return  to  Oakfield, 

The  place  he  first  went  forth. 
How  joyful  were  his  parents 

When  they  saw  their  then  lost  one ; 
The  God  of  heaven  was  merciful 

To  let  return  their  son. 

—  32  — 


LITTLE    ANDREW. 

AIR—"  Gypsy's  Warning." 

NDREW  was  a  little  infant, 

And  his  life  was  two  years  old ; 
He  \vas  his  parents'  eldest  boy, 

And  he  was  drowned,  I  was  told. 
His  parents  never  more  can  see  him 

In  this  world  of  grief  and  pain, 
And  Oh  !  they  will  not  forget  him 

While  on  earth  they  do  remain. 

On  one  bright  and  pleasant  morning 

His  uncle  thought  it  would  be  nice 
To  take  his  dear  little  nephew 

Down  to  play  upon  a  raft, 
Where  he  was  to  work  upon  it, 

And  this  little  child  would  company  be- 
The  raft  the  water  rushed  around  it, 

Yet  he  the  danger  did  not  see. 

This  little  child  knew  no  danger — 

Its  little  soul  was  free  from  sin — 
He  was  looking  in  the  water, 

When,  alas,  this  child  fell  in. 
Beneath  the  raft  the  water  took  him, 

For  the  current  was  so  strong, 
And  before  they  could  rescue  him 

He  was  drowned  and  was  gone. 

Oh  !  how  sad  were  his  kind  parents 

When  they  saw  their  drowned  child, 
As  they  brought  him  from  the  water, 

It  almost  made  their  hearts  grow  wild. 
Oh !  how  mournful  was  the  parting 

From  that  little  infant  son. 
Friends,  I  pray  you,  all  take  warning, 

Be  careful  of  your  little  ones. 


WILLIAM    HOUSE   AND    FAMILY. 

§OME  all  kind  friends,  both  far  and  nearr 
Come  listen  to  me  and  you  shall  hear — 
It's  of  a  family  and  their  fate, 
All  about  them  I  will  relate. 

They  once  did  live  at  Edgerton, 
.They  once  did  live  at  Muskegon, 
From  there  they  went  to  Chicago, 
Which  proved  their  fatal  overthrow. 

It  was  William  House's  family, 
As  fine  a  family  as  you  see — 
His  family  was  eleven  in  all, 
I  do  not  think  it  was  very  small. 

Two  children  died  some  years  ago, 
Before  they  went  to  Chicago, 
Five  children  there  he  had  with  him, 
When  death  his  home  there  enters  in. 

The  small-pox  then  was  raging  there, 
And  Oh !  it  would  not  their  house  spare, 
For  all  but  one  was  sick  of  them, 
A  dreadful  house  it  must  have  been. 

The  eldest  girl  was  married  then, 
The  eldest  boy  was  in  Michigan, 
The  second  boy  he  was  at  home, 
And  took  care  of  them  all  alone. 

—  34  — 


His  father  and  his  mother  dear, 
And  dear  sister,  too,  I  hear. 
Were  very  sick  and  in  his  care, 
And  no  kind  friends  to  help  him  there  : 

Two  little  brothers,  and  a  baby  too, 
Made  six  in  all — what  could  he  do, 
He  had  to  take  care  of  them  all, 
The  baby,  too,  was  very  smalL 

As  he  would  go  to  his  father's  bed, 
And  try  to  soothe  his  aching  head, 
"  My  son,  I  pray  you  leave  me,  do, 
Go  take  care  of  poor  mother  too. " 

"  Your  mother  and  sister  need  your  care, 
And  your  little  infant  brother  there ; 
Oh  !  Charlie,  Charlie,  take  care  of  them. 
My  son,  do  all  for  them  you  can." 

It  seemed  as  though  he  did  not  know 
That  his  poor  soul  so  soon  must  go, 
And  leave  his  little  ones  he  loved, 
To  go  to  that  bright  world  above. 

But  God  he  called  his  soul  away, 
It  had  to  leave,  it  could  not  stay — 
He  never  more  on  earth  will  be, 
His  soul  is  from  sin  and  sorrow  free. 

—  35  — 


Charles  helped  the  sexton,  I  am  told, 
To  lay  his  form  in  the  coffin  cold — 
How  sad,  how  sad,  poor  soul  was  he, 
When  last  his  father's  form  did  see. 

Minnie  May  House  she  had  to  go, 
And  leave  her  friends  that  loved  her  so — 
She  was  a  girl  just  in  her  teens, 
A  lovely  flower  as  e'er  was  seen. 

Minnie  and  her  mother  lay  on  one  bed, 
And  when  Charles  said,  "  our  Minnie  is  dead," 
His  mother  then  she  did  grow  wild, 
And  early  after  knew  her  child. 

They  buried  Minnie  by  her  father's  side, 
And  left  them  there  where  they  had  died — 
Charles  took  his  mother  and  brothers  then 
And  brought  them  back  to  Michigan. 

For  the  mother  and  the  baby  too, 
Kind  friends  did  all  that  they  could  do, 
But  those  poor  souls  they  could  not  save, 
For  now  they're  sleeping  in  their  grave. 

Oh  !  what  a  noble  son  was  he, 
His  age  was  then  only  sixteen — 
Charles  House's  name  I  have  told  before, 
God  bless  his  soul  forever  more. 


THE  ORPHAN'S  FRIEND. 

[OME  all  kind,  good  people, 
'     With  sympathizing  hearts, 
Come  listen  to  a  few  kind  words 

A  friend  to  you  imparts. 
Be  kind  to  an  orphan  child, 
And  always  be  its  friend, 
You  will  be  happy  in  this  world, 
And  will  be  to  the  end. 

Be  kind  to  the  motherless, 

Little  motherless  ones, 
For  God  will  forever  bless 

You  in  this  world  to  come. 
No  kind  and  loving  mother 

To  soothe  their  little  brow, 
Be  kind  to  them  always,  friends, 

They  have  no  mother  now. 

Be  kind  to  the  fatherless, 

Wherever  you  may  find 
One  little  one  that  is  friendless, 

I  pray  you  all  be  kind. 
For  it  has  no  loving  father, 

To  speak  with  mild  reproof, 
Or  guide  its  youthful  footsteps 

In  honesty  and  truth. 

Be  kind  to  the  little  orphans, 

They  have  no  parents  dear ; 
Be  kind  to  the  little  orphans, 

Speak  to  them  words  of  cheer, 
Then  they  will  always  love  you 

For  kind  and  gentle  words, 
Then  God  will  ever  bless  you, 

For  He  says  so  in  His  word. 

—  37  — 


THE  TWO   BRAVE  SOLDIERS. 

AIR:— "The  Texas  Rangers." 

dHyY  friends,  I  pray  you  listen, 
PU     A  story  T  will  tell ; 

It's  of  two  noble  soldiers, 

And  they  were  known  full  well ; 
They  were  killed  in  the  rebellion, 

As  you  shall  plainly  hear, 
Those  brave  and  noble  soldiers, 
No  danger  did  they  fear. 

They  enlisted  in  Grand  Rapids. 

In  eighteen  and  sixty-two, 
'Twas  in  the  month  of  August, 

About  the  middle,  too ; 
These  two  brave,  noble  soldiers, 

They  joined  the  cavalry  ; 
They  fought  to  save  their  country, 

United  it  yet  may  be. 

One  of  them,  a  single  man, 

His  name  was  Martin  House  ; 
The  other  one  was  married, 

His  name  I'll  tell  you  now. 
Abram  Bishop  was  his  name ; 

He  was  a  Christian  man  ; 
Two  soldiers,  they  were  brave,  and 

They  hailed  from  Michigan. 

When  they  left  their  native  place, 

Their  friends  to  them  did  say ; 
"  Oh  !  do  not  go  to  war  boys, 

You'd  better  with  us  stay ; 
For  if  you  join  the  army, 

You  never  will  return 
To  all  your  friends  that  love  you, 

You  never  will  return." 


Young  House  spoke  unto  his  friends : 

"  I'd  rather  go,"  said  he, 
"I  have  no  wife  and  children 

To  weep  and  mourn  for  me. 
I  hear  my  country  calling 

For  her  sons  of  liberty, 
And  I,  for  one  must  go,  friends, 

A  coward  I  cannot  be." 

"'We  are  not  afraid  of  fighting 

The  rebels,  no,  not  we  ; 
They're  bound  to  make  our  country 

A  place  for  slaves  to  be. 
Our  fathers  fought  before  us, 

To  gain  our  liberty, 
And  we,  the  sons  of  freemen, 

Must  fight  to  keep  it  free." 

"  Farewell,  farewell  to  all  our  friends 

That  we  may  leave  behind, 
If  we  do  never  return, 

We  pray  you  bear  in  mind, 
If  God  sees  fit  to  call  us, 

We  are  not  afraid  to  die  ; 
Our  country,  she  is  calling, 

We  must  bid  you  all  good  bye." 

It  was  in  Old  Virginia, 

Those  noble  soldiers  fell, 
In  the  battle  of  Hanover  town , 

As  many  a  man  can  tell. 
They  fought  through  many  battles, 

Obeyed  their  captain's  call, 
Alas !  the  missies  struck  them , 

And  caused  them  both  to  fa  11. 


EARLY  DAYS  OF  ROCKFORD 

AIR  -.—"Lucy  Long." 

||kY  friends,  I  pray  you  listen, 
JCJ     I'll  sing  a  little  song, 

About  the  village  of  Rockford, 

It  will  not  take  me  long ; 
And  how  it  was  first  settled 

By  enterprising  men, 
And  all  the  news  about  it, 
I'll  tell  you  if  I  can. 

Situated  in  a  wilderness, 

With  forests  all  around, 
Thirteen  miles  from  Grand  Rapids, 

Is  this  flourishing  town. 
On  the  banks  of  Rogue  river, 

Where  runs  the  water  still, 
And  in  the  early  settled  days, 

Was  called  Laphamville. 

First  settled  by  Smith  Lapham, 

In  eighteen  and  forty-three, 
Then  came  the  Hunter  brothers 

To  keep  him  company. 
Lapham  and  Hunter  Brothers 

Built  each  a  shingle  mill, 
On  the  banks  of  Rogue  river 

Are  the  same  old  buildings  still. 

In  the  early  days  of  Rockford 

They  had  to  run  a  stage, 
They  had  no  other  conveyance 

To  get  from  place  to  place. 
Now  they  go  by  railway, 

The  cars  run  night  and  day ; 
The  early  days  of  Bockford 

Have  nearly  passed  away. 

—  40  — 


GRAND    RAPIDS    CRICKET    CLUB. 

*of  N  Grand  Rapids  is  a  handsome  club, 
@g     Of  men  that  cricket  play, 
As  fine  a  set  of  skillful  men 

That  can  their  skill  display. 
They  are  the  champions  of  the  West, 

They  think  they  are  quite  fine, 
They've  won  a  hundred  honors  well ; 
It  is  their  most  cunning  design. 

Brave  Kelso,  he's  considered  great, 

Chief  of  the  club  he  is  found ; 
Great  crowds  he  draws  to  see  him  bowl 

The  ball  upon  the  ground. 
And  Mr.  Follet  is  very  brave, 

A  lighter  player  than  the  rest, 
He  got  struck  severe  at  the  fair  ground 

For  which  he  took  a  rest. 

When  Mr.  Dennis  does  well  play, 

His  courage  is  full  great, 
And  accidents  to  him  occur, 

But  not  much,  though,  of  late. 
This  ball  play  is  a  dangerous  game, 

Brave  knights  to  play  it  though  ; 
Those  boys  would  be  the  nation's  pride, 

If  they  to  war  would  go. 

From  Milwaukee  their  club  did  come, 

With  thoughts  of  skill  at  play, 
But  beat  they  was,  and  then  went  home — 

Had  nothing  more  to  say. 
Grand  Rapids  club  that  cricket  play, 

Will  soon  be  known  afar, 
Much  prouder  do  the  members  stand, 

Like  many  a  noble  star. 

—41  — 


LITTLE    HENRY. 

AIR— "Minnie  Lee." 

kH !  come  listen  to  my  story 
'     Of  a  little  infant  child— 
His  spirit  is  in  glory — 

It  has  left  us  for  a  while. 
Death  has  robbed  us  of  our  Henry, 

He  is  with  our  Savior  now, 
Where  there  is  no  pain  or  sorrow 
Comes  to  cloud  his  little  brow. 

CHORUS  : — God  has  took  their  little  treasure, 
And  his  name  I'll  tell  you  now, 
He  haw  gone  from  earth  forever, 
Their  little  Charles  Henry  House. 

His  cheeks  were  red  as  roses, 

And  his  eyes  were  black  as  coals, 
His  little  lips  were  red  as  rubies, 

And  his  little  hair  it  curled. 
Oh,  they  called  him  little  Charlie, 

He  was  full  of  joyful  mirth— 
Now  his  little  form  is  lying 

'Neath  the  cold  and  silent  earth. 

It  was  the  eleventh  of  December, 

On  a  cold  and  windy  day, 
Just  at  the  close  of  evening, 

When  the  sunlight  fades  away ; 
Little  Henry  he  was  dying, 

In  his  little  crib  he  lay, 
With  soft  winds  round  him  sighing 

From  the  morn  till  close  of  day. 

—  42  — 


Parents,  brothers,  sisters  weeping, 

For  their  cup  of  sorrow's  full, 
And  his  little  playthings  keeping, 

That  he  thought  so  beautiful — 
Tears  from  parents'  eyes  were  starting 

For  their  little  loving  one. 
Oh  !  how  painful  was  the  parting 

From  their  little  infant  son. 

Oh !  how  often  have  they  kissed  him, 

And  caressed  his  little  brow — 
To  his  little  voice  have  listened, 

But  his  place  is  vacant  now. 
They  called  him  little  Charley, 

And  his  loving  name  they  called, 
But  they  could  not  keep  their  darling 

From  the  loving  Savior's  call. 

But  they  must  now  cease  their  mourning, 

His  little  soul  is  at  rest, 
Where  there  can  no  storms  of  trouble 

Roll  across  his  peaceful  breast. 
Now  his  little  form  is  sleeping 

In  the  cold  and  silent  tomb, 
And  his  friends  are  left  a  weeping, 

In  his  dear  and  loving  home. 

It  was  the  eleventh  of  December, 

Eighteen  seventy  was  the  year, 
Kind  friends  will  all  remember — 

Silently  let  fall  a  tear. 
But  we  must  not  trouble  borrow, 

For  the  God  of  heaven  is  just ; 
No  one  knows  a  parent's  sorrow, 

Till  a  child  some  friend  have  lost. 

—  43  — 


BE  KIND  TO  THE  LITTLE  ONES. 

AIR  :— "He  Folds  Them  on  His  Bosom." 

tf|)E  kind  to  all  little  ones, 
JpJ    All  fathers,  mothers  dear, 
Be  kind  to  your  little  ones, 

Their  little  hearts  to  cheer. 
For  oh  !  you  know  not  how  soon 

Their  place  will  vacant  be  ; 
If  God  should  call  one  to  his  home, 
Your  conscience  would  be  free. 

Their  little  forms  are  tender, 

They're  at  your  mercy  now ; 
They  need  your  kind  attention 

To  watch  them  every  hour. 
While  they  are  little  infants, 

My  friends,  take  time  to  spare  : 
Do  not  forget  an  instant, 

To  give  them  tender  care. 

God,  he  never  did  intend 

You  to  misuse  your  child ; 
Their  little  souls  to  you  he  sends 

To  bless  you  for  awhile. 
And  if  you  always  will  be  kind 

To  them,  sweet  little  ones, 
Oh  !  what  a  blessing  you  will  find 

In  after  years  to  come. 

You  never,  never  will  repent, 

Dear  friend,  for  being  kind ; 
Those  little  ones  to  you  were  sent, 

And  always  bear  in  mind, 
That  God  may  call  your  little  ones 

And  leave  you  here  behind ; 
Oh  !  what  a  happy  thought  will  come — 

I  always  have  been  kind. 

A  A  


RED    RIBBON. 

^HE  Reel  Ribbon  is  all  the  go ; 
^  It's  the  temperance  sign,  you  know ; 
It  is  seen  wherever  you  go, 

On  men  who  dare  do  right. 

CHORUS  :  Dare  to  do  right, 
Dare  to  do  right, 
Let  your  motto  ever  be 
Dare  to  do  right. 

It's  no  disgrace  to  wear  thaf  badge 
Of  red  ribbon,  dear  youthful  lad, 
Your  mother's  heart  it  will  make  glad 
To  see  you  dare  do  right. 

Young  friend,  don't  fail  to  sign  the  pledge, 
And  don  the  badge  of  ribbon  red, 
And  leave  some  ways  you  have  led, 
Always  dare  do  right. 

Friends  that  love  you  is  glad  to  see 
That  you  can  let  vile  strong  drink  be  ; 
Their  hearts  rejoice  in  highest  glee ' 
To  see  you  dare  CTO  right. 

Three  cheers  for  all  red  ribbon  men, 
And  also  those  that  is  their  friend  ; 
God  will  be  with  you  to  the  end, 
He's  ever  on  the  right. 

—  45  — 


CARRIE    MONRCX 

AIR—"  Belle  Mahone." 

[NCE  there  was  a  lady  fair, 

With  black  eyes  and  curly  hair, 
She  has  left  this  world  of  care, 
Sweet  Carrie  Monro. 

CHORUS  : — Sweet  Carrie  Monro, 
Dear  Carrie  Monro, 
And  her  friends  will  not  forget 
Sweet  Carrie  Monro." 

Now  those  friends  miss  Carrie  here, 
For  she  was  loved  both  far  and  near, 

She  has  left  them  all  in  tears, 
Sweet  Carrie  Monro. 

Carrie's  age  was  twenty-three, 
A  married  lady,  too,  was  she — 

A  mournful  parting  had  to  be, 
From  Carrie  Monro. 

It's  just  before  her  spirit  fled 
Her  husband  stood  by  her  bed  ; 

"  Prove  faithfijfc  birdie,  to  me,"  said 
Sweet  Carrie  Monro. 

Sad  will  memory  pass  o'er 
That  loved  form  that  is  no  more — 

She's  waiting  on  the  other  shore, 
Loved  Carrie  Monro. 

—  46  — 


LITTLE    MINNIE. 

AIR—"  In  the  Cottage  by  the  Sea." 

tOME  listen  to  a  painful  story 
v     A  mother  is  going  to  tell, 
For  her  heart  is  over-flowing 

For  that  one  she  loved  so  well. 
It's  of  a  little  infant  daughter. 

Mild  and  lovely,  bright  and  fair — 
She  has  left  this  world  forever, 
Left  this  world  of  grief  and  care. 

CHORUS  : — Alone,  all  alone 

In  the  grave  yard  she  is  sleeping, 
That  little  one  we  loved  so  well- 
God  her  little  soul  is  keeping, 
For  he  doeth  all  things  well. 

Oh !  how  sadly  we'll  remember, 

On  a  bright  and  pleasant  day — 
It  was  the  very  last  of  summer 

That  her  spirit  fled  away  ; 
Fled  away  from  earth  forever, 

Gone  to  dwell  with  Him  above, 
Where  little  angels  dwell  together 

In  His  everlasting  love. 

Oh !  we  miss  our  little  Minnie, 

With  blue  eyes  and  flaxen  hair — 
Oh,  we  loved  our  little  Minnie, 

And  we  miss  her  every  where ; 
Yes,  we  miss  her  at  the  table 

Every  morning,  noon  and  night, 
Where  she  sat  with  us  together, 

For  she  was  our  heart's  delight. 

—  47  — 


On  the  twenty -fifth  of  August, 

Eighteen  hundred  and  seventy-three, 
God  he  called  her  then  to  leave  us, 

And  a  parting  had  to  be. 
As  the  day  it  was  declining, 

The  sun  was  down  behind  the  trees, 
Little  Minnie  she  was  dying, 

Her  little  soul  it  had  to  leave. 

Left  this  world  of  earthly  trouble 

And  her  friends  that  loved  her  dear. 
Father,  mother,  sister,  brother, 

Her  place  with  them  is  vacant  here. 
Her  little  soul  is  at  rest  forever 

In  our  Father's  heavenly  home, 
Her  little  form  is  sweetly  sleeping 

In  the  cold  and  silent  tomb. 

Oh  !  she  was  our  eldest  daughter,  . 

She  was  handsome  to  behold — 
Every  one  that  knew  her  loved  her, 

And  her  age  was  four  years  old. 
And  we  miss  her  merry  laughter, 

Through  the  house  she  used  to  roam- 
That  little  one,  we'll  not  forget  her 

In  our  dear  and  loving  home. 

Oh !  how  oft-times  we  have  kissed  her 

And  caressed  her  little  form — 
God  of  heaven  knows  we  loved  her 

From  the  day  that  she  was  born. 
On  a  day  of  independence, 

Eighteen  hundred  and  sixty-nine, 
God  he  gave  to  us  a  present 

Of  that  little  girl  so  fine. 

—  48  — 


CENTENNIAL  CELEBRATION. 

YN  the  year  eighteen  seventy-six, 
^)     A  Fourth  of  July  celebration 
Was  held  in  Grand  Rapids  city 

In  honor  to  our  nation. 
The  largest  city  in  the  county  of  Kent, 

Is  this  city,  and  it  is  respected, 
For  thousands  of  people  was  here  to  see 
The  beautiful  arch  erected. 

The  Centennial  arch  on  Campau  Place 

Was  the  most  principal  feature  ; 
It  was  a  grand  beautiful  sight 

To  all  human  sensitive  creatures  ; 
To  all  the  people  that  loved  to  read 

The  mottoes  on  it  painted, 
The  engravings,  too,  and  tell 

What  each  one  represented. 

The  paintings  and  mottoes  on  the  arch 

Was  viewed  by  many  people  ; 
It  was  Colonel  Joseph  Penney 's  design, 

And  his  work  could  not  be  equalled. 
Mr.  C.  H.  Gifford  was  architect, 

He  formed  the  noble  structure, 
A  memento  to  the  Centennial  year, 

A  pride  of  our  nation's  culture. 

A  cabin  was  built,  too,  I  believe, 

That  nicely  represented 
One  that  the  traders  built  years  ago, 

This  was  the  only  one  invented. 

—  49  — 


Ten  thousand  people  respected  it, 
This  token  of  early  years,  with  pay  ; 

The  honor  of  this  little  hut 
Was  due  to  Mr.  Godfroy. 

The  stars  and  stripes  was  honored,  too, 

For  from  a  thousand  windows  waving, 
That  dear  old  flag,  red,  white  and  blue, 

That's  loved  throughout  our  nation  ; 
That  same  flag  for  one  hundred  years 

Has  waved  over  our  nation  ; 
May  God  let  it  forever  wave 

Over  our  Union  celebration. 

The  people  in  the  city,  friends, 

Was  an  honor  to  our  nation. 
For  they  all  joined  heart  and  hand 

In  our  Union  celebration. 
Some  gave  money,  others  labor, 

To  maintain  what  was  intended. 
It  was  a  success,  some  people  said, 

Who  here  that  day  attended. 

That  day  will  never  be  forgot 

By  the  people  of  Kent  county, 
God  bless  the  people  who  joined  that  day 

In  the  honor  of  our  country. 
The  people  in  the  city,  friends, 

Dearly  loved  this  nation, 
For  they  saved  no  time  or  expense 

In  our  Centennial  celebration. 

—  50  — 


MARYETTE    MYERS. 

AIR—"  Lily  of  the  West." 
[OME  all  you  sympathizing  friends,  wherever  you  may  be, 

Fpray  you  pay  attention  and  listen  unto  me; 
For  it's  of  a  fair  young  lady,  she  died,  she  went  to  rest, 
She  was  called  handsome  Maryette,  the  lily  of  the  west. 
Her  name  was  Maryette  Myers,  and  her  age  I  do  not  know. 
Her  cheeks  were  red  as  roses,  her  eyes  were  black  as  sloes ; 
She  was  loved  by  all  surrounding  friends,  and  some  that 

loved  her  best, 
They  called  her  handsome  Maryette,  the  lily  of  the  west. 

She  was  a  fair  young  damsel  as  ever  you  wish  to  see, 
And  in  the  circle  of  her  friends  they  miss  her  company  ; 
They  miss  the  merry  laughter  of  that  loved  one  gone  to  rest, 
They  called  her  handsome  Maryette,  the  lily  of  the  west. 

She  was  before  the  looking  glass,  poor  girl,  her  hair  to  comb, 
She  was  taken  blind,  she  nearly  fell,  she  only  gave  a  moan, 
Her  friends  they  caught  her  in  their  arms  and  laid  her 

down  to  rest, 

She  was  the  handsome  Maryette,  the  lily  of  the  west. 
She  was  away  from  home,  and  her  mother  dear  had  come 
To  see  her  darling  daughter,  her  dear  loving  one  ; 
She  left  a  true  lover,  a  lover  with  the  rest, 
That  loved  this  handsome  Maryette,  the  lily  of  the  west. 
"  She  was  buried  on  her  wedding  day,"  these  words  a 

friend  gave, 

Her  lover  went  .as  a  mourner,  a  mourner  to  her  grave, 
His  name  was  Forest  Dilly,  a  young  man  over  west, 
He  loved  this  handsome  Maryette,  the  lily  of  the  west. 

—  51  — 


THE  DEAR  OLD    FLAG. 

|VH  !  we  love  that  dear  old  flag, 
*     That  our  forefathers  gave 
Over  one  hundred  years  ago,  boys, 

They  once  stood  under  that  dear  flag, 
But  now  they  are  in  their  graves, 
Sleeping  their  everlasting  sleep,  boys. 

CHORUS  :  The  Union  forever, 

Hurrah,  boys,  hurrah  ; 
Down  with  the  traitors, 

Up  with  the  stars ; 
For  we  love  that  dear  old  flag 

That  our  fathers  fought  to  save 
When  they  were  fighting^for  our  freedom. 

We  will  rally  around  its  standard 

Every  Fourth  day  of  July, 
For  we  dearly  love  our  nation  ; 

We  love  to  see  the  stars  and  stripes 
A  waving  up  on  high 

Over  our  Union  celebration. 

Three  cheers  for  the  Union 

And  the  red,  white  and  blue, 
And  our  forefathers  that  formed  the  constitution  ; 

May  the  flag  forever  wave 
O'er  our  native  land  so  true, 

May  God  protect  our  flag  and  nation. 

—  52  — 


LIBBY  .PRISON. 

AIR—"  The  Soldier's  Orphan  Boy" 

kOWN  south  the  Libby  prison  stood, 
'     The  rebels'  filthy  den ; 
Rebs  in  battle  prisoners  took — 

Of  course  our  union  men. 
And  our  brave  boys,  hearty  and  hale, 

To  prison  had  to  go, 
And  few  have  lived  to  tell  the  tale 

Of  misery  and  woe. 

This  prison  was  a  horrid  place, 

Many  brave  boys  died  there, 
In  rags  and  filth  and  wretchedness. 

They  died  for  want  of  care, 
Many  a  brave  and  noble  man, 

As  he  lay  sick  and  sore, 
Was  thinking  of  his  friends  and  home 

He  never  would  see  more. 

Fathers,  brothers,  young  husbands  dear 

Went  through  that  prison  door — 
Some  lived  to  return  home,  we  hear, 

And  others  are  no  more. 
Many  a  noble  soldier  died 

In  Libby  prison  cell, 
And  comrades  perish'd  side  by  side, 

As  many  a  man  can  tell. 

No  loving  hand  was  near  a  couch 

To  bathe  an  aching  head — 
No  loving  friend  to  watch  the  hours, 

Or  soothe  their  dying  bed ; 
No  friend  to  wipe  the  fallen  tears 

From  off  the  dewy  face — 
No  loving  kindred  was  there  near 

To  mark  their  resting  place. 

—53  — 


HATTIE    HOUSE. 

AIR— "Lilly  Dale." 

[OME  all  kind  friends,  wherever  you  may  be, 

Come  listen  to  what  I  say, 
It's  of  a  little  girl  that  was  pleasant  to  see, 

And  she  died  while  out  doors  at  play. 

CHORUS  : — 
Oh !  Hattie,  dear  Hattie, 

Sweet  little  Hattie  House — 
May  the  flowers  ever  bloom  o'er  the  little  tomb, 

Of  our  loved  one,  Hattie  House. 

She  had  blue  eyes  and  light  flaxen  hair, 

Her  little  heart  was  liglit  and  gay, 
She  said  to  her  mother,  that  morning  fair, 

"  Mother,  can  I  go  out  and  play  ?" 

Her  mother  tied  her  bonnet  on, 

Not  thinking  it  would  be  the  last 
She  would  ever  see  her  dear  little  one 

In  this  world,  little  Hattie  House. 

She  left  the  house,  this  dear  little  girl, 

On  that  bright  and  pleasant  day — 
She  went  to  play  with  two  little  girls 

That  were  near  about  her  age. 

—  o4  — 


She  was  not  gone  but  a  little  while 
When  they  heard  her  playmates  call — 

Her  friends  hastened  there  to  save  the  child, 
Alas,  she  was  dead  and  gone. 

Those  little  girls  will  not  forget 

The  day  little  Hattie  died, 
For  she  was  with  them  when  she  fell  in  a  fit, 

While  playing  by  their  side. 

She  was  her  parent's  only  child, 
And  her  age  was  near  six  years, 

And  now  she  has  left  them  for  a  while — 
Left  all  her  friends  in  tears. 

She  has  left  this  world  of  grief  and  woe, 
Dear  friends,  she  has  left  behind — 

She  is  waiting  on  the  other  shore, 
To  meet  them  bye  and  bye. 

One  fine  morning,  the  fifth  of  July, 
The  summer  flowers  were  in  bloom, 

Eighteen  seventy-one,  little  Hattie  died, 
And  is  sleeping  in  her  tomb. 


—  55  — 


LITTLE    SUSAN. 

AIK— "  The  Pride  of  OaMair." 

|NCE  there  was  a  little  girl 

And  her  friends  loved  her  dear — 
Her  parents  loved  their  little  one. 

She  did  their  hearts  cheer. 
They  loved  their  little  darling, 

As  with  them  she  did  roam, 
They  called  her  little  Susan, 

The  pride  of  their  home. 

Blue  eyes  had  little  Susan, 

And  light  flaxen  hair, 
And  she  was  a  pleasant  child  to  see, 

So  beautiful  and  fair. 
With  her  parents  she  will  never  more 

On  earth  with  them  roam — 
They  loved  their  little  Susan, 

The  pride  of  their  home. 

Her  parents  had  more  children, 

There  were  nine  of  them  all — 
There  are  eight  of  them  living, 

For  God  but  one  called. 
The  flower  of  their  family" 

God  called  to  his  home, 
It  was  their  little  Susan, 

The  pride  of  their  home. 

Her  friends  will  not  forget  her, 

Though  she  died  years  ago — 
It  was  John  H.  Moore's  daughter, 

Her  age  was  four  years  old. 
She  is  waiting  in  heaven, 

Waiting  for  her  friends  to  come 
And  be  with  their  little  Susan, 

The  pride  of  their  home. 


YOUNG    HENRY. 

AIR  :— "  Drummer  Boy  of  Waterloo." 

TUNG  Henry  was  as  faithful  boy 
As  ever  stood  on  the  American  soil, 
And  he  did  enlist,  without  a  doubt, 
When  the  rebellion  was  broke  out. 

He  was  his  parents'  only  son, 
And  only  child  he  was  but  one, 
That  was  a  girl  aged  seventeen, 

Henry  called  her  his  May  Queen. 

• 

Young  Henry  said,  "  Dear  sister  May, 
What  do  you  think  my  friends  will  say  ? 
For  now  my  name  is  on  the  roll, 
And  I  down  south  will  have  to  go." 

"  I  hear  my  country's  call,"  said  he, 

"  For  all  her  sons  of  liberty, 

And  I,  forever,  will  prove  true 

To  that  dear  old  flag,  red,  white  and  blue. 

"  I  love  my  father  and  mother  dear, 
I  leave  you,  May,  their  hearts  to  cheer ; 
When  I  am  gone,  pray  do  not  mourn 
If  I  should  never  return  home." 

His  sister  then  to  him  did  say, 
"  My  only  brother,  blithe  and  gay, 
Our  country  calls,  calls  from  afar ; 
May  God  protect  you  through  the  war." 

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Their  father  hearing  all  was  said, 
It  made  his  noble  heart  grow  sad  ; 
"  My  children,  I  love  both  of  you, 
And  yet  I  love  my  country  too." 

"  My  son,  if  I  was  young  again, 
I  never  could  at  home  remain, 
And  see  my  native  land,  now  free, 
Dissolved  and  made  in  slavery." 

Young  Henry  left  his  father's  home, 
And  left  his  friends  for  him  to  mourn, 
A  captain  of  a  little  band, 
He  marched  away  from  Michigan. 

In  the  battle  of  Fredericksburg, 

Above  the  battle  roar  was  heard, 

"  Fight  on !  fight  on !  brave  boys,"  he  cried, 

"  I  am  shot  and  wounded,  and  must  die." 

They  placed  his  head  upon  the  grass, 
So  he  could  see  his  brave  boys  pass ; 
".Go  tell  my  father,  Henry's  slain 
To  keep  him  from  the  rebels'  chain." 

They  dug  his  grave  beneath  that  spot, 
They  wrapped  him  in  his  soldier's  coat, 
And  while  the  battle  drums  they  heard, 
They  laid  him  low  at  Fredericksburg. 


ASHTABULA    DISASTER. 

AIR — "  Gentty  Down  the  Stream  of  Time" 

|LAVE  you  heard  of  the  dreadful  fate 
f     Of  Mr.  P.  P.  Bliss  and  wife? 
Of  their  death  I  will  relate, 

And  also  others  lost  their  life ; 
Ashtabula  Bridge  disaster, 

Where  so  many  people  died 
Without  a  thought  that  destruction 
Would  plunge  them  'neath  the  wheel  of  tide. 

CHORUS  : — Swiftly  passed  the  engine's  call, 
Hastening  souls  on  to  death, 
Warning  not  one  of  them  all ; 
It  brought  despair  right  and  left. 

Among  the  ruins  are  many  friends, 

Crushed  to  death  amidst  the  roar ; 
On  one  thread  all  may  depend, 

And  hope  they've  reached  the  other  shore. 
P.  P.  Bliss  showed  great  devotion 

To  his  faithful  wife,  his  pride, 
When  he  saw  that  she  must  perish, 

He  died  a  martyr  by  her  side. 

P.  P.  Bliss  went  home  above — 

Left  all  friends,  earth  and  fame, 
To  rest  in  God's  holy  love  ; 

Left  on  earth  his  work  and  name. 


The  people  love  his  work  by  numbers, 
It  is  read  by  great  and  small, 

He  by  it  will  be  remembered, 
He  has  left  it  for  us  all. 

His  good  name  from  time  to  time 

Will  rise  on  land  and  sea ; 
It  is  known  in  distant  climes, 

Let  it  echo  wide  and  free. 
One  good  man  among  the  number, 

Found  sweet  rest  in  a  short  time, 
His  weary  soul  may  sweetly  slumber 

Within  the  vale,  heaven  sublime. 

Destruction  lay  on  every  side, 

Confusion,  fire  and  despair ; 
No  help,  no  hope,  so  they  died, 

Two  hundred  people  over  there. 
Many  ties  was  there  broken, 

Many  a  heart  was  filled  with  pain, 
Each  one  left  a  little  token, 

For  above  they  live  again. 


A  Few  Choice  Words 


WITH   NEW   AND 


ORIGINAL,  POEMS, 


BY 


WRITTEN  BY  THE  AVTHOR. 


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HER  SECOND  BOOK. 


GRAND  RAPIDS,  MICH. 
C.  M.  LOOMIS,  PRINTER,  23  MONROE  ST., 

1878. 


PREFACE. 

KIND  FRIENDS  : — All  of  you  which  peruse  my 
works  will  find  a  great  many  thing  in  this  book  to 
please  you,  especially  the  words  I  have  took  the  time 
to  say  to  the  public.  If  all  books  could  be  read  as  I  </ 
am  sure  you  love  to  read  this  one,  there  might  be 
less  ignorance  and  crime  in  the  world,  and  I  would 
be  well  paid  for  the  valuable  time  I  have  spent  in 
doing  good  to  mankind. 

JULIA  A.   MOORE. 


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ADDRESS  TO  THE  PUBLIC. 


DEAR  READERS  : — I  wrote  that  little  volume  of 
poems  without  a  thought  of  the  future  or  what  the 
public  would  think  of  me.  I  have  found  to  my 
sorrow  that  the  public  thinks  I  am  a  fool.  I  was  very 
foolish,  I  admit,  in  signing  my  original  name  to  that 
little  book,  when  a  fictitious  name  would  have  done 
just  as  well.  And  another  foolish  act  was  when  I 
told  where  I  resided.  But  it  is  done  and  can  not  be 
helped,  and  now  I  must  stand  the  abuse  of  the  press 
to  pay  me  for  my  thoughtlessness.  Very  few  people 
get  through  this  world  without  committing  some  act 
they  are  sorry  for  afterwards.  If  I  were  the  only  one 
in  this  world  who  had  committed  an  error,  I  should 
go  wild  over  what  I  have  done.  While  writing  the 
poems  in  that  little  book  I  never  thought  of  the 
future  or  of  fame.  I  wrote  them  to  please  a  few 
intimate  friends,  and  thus  kept  writing  one  after 
another  till  I  had  quite  a  collection,  and  through  the 
ardent  desire  of  friends  I  concluded  to  have  them 
published.  I  wrote  some  of  those  poems  when  quite 


CHOICE    WOKDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


young,  and  I  had  them  published  just  as  they  were 
written.  I  wished  for  something  different  from  all 
other  literary  work,  something  to  catch  the  public 
eye,  and  I  think  I  have  it  in  that  little  book.  Its 
rare  combination  has  caused  a  great  many  literary 
people  to  laugh  at  my  ignorance,  yet,  at  the  same 
time,  some  of  them  could  not  help  thinking  that  the 
sentiments  were  good,  although  so  rarely  constructed 
in  poetry.  That  little  book  reminds  me  of  what  I 
have  heard  said  about  my  uncle  when  a  boy  while 
learning  music.  He  had  been  learning  a  very  diffi 
cult  piece  of  music.  He  had  learned  it  so  he  could 
play  it  quite  well.  He  said  to  the  professor,  "what 
do  you  think  of  it."  The  gentleman  smiled  and  said, 
"my  boy,  the  work  is  well  laid,  but  it  needs  a  little 
more  filling."  Now,  dear  readers,  that  is  just  what 
is  the  trouble  with  my  little  book.  It  needs  a  little 
more  filling.  Poetry,  in  its  high  perfection,  is 
thought,  feeling,  imagination  and  music  expressed 
in  versification.  The  individual  that  can,  with 
science,  combine  these  four  properties  together  in 
\  good  moral  sense,  and  make  it  beneficial  to  mankind, 
I  is  indeed  a  true  poet.  Literary  is  a  work  very 
(.  difficult  to  do.  It  needs  to  be  thoroughly  studied  to 
I  make  it  as  it  should  be.  There  are  two  different 
I  fountains  from  whence  inspiration  flows  to  the  writer, 


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WITH    NEW    AND   ORIGINAL    POEMS. 


the  intellect  and  the  heart,  thought  and  feeling. 
Thought  makes  the  best  artist,  has  greater  fore 
thought,  a  wiser  command  of  means,  gives  greater 
completeness,  higher  finish.  But  the  heart  has  a 
power  even  greater  than  this  ;  a  power  of  life  and 
soul,  swaying  the  entire  human  sympathy  and  action. 
It  has  more  freshness,  more  originality,  more  sincer 
ity.  Its  highest  influence  is  more  enduring,  and  it  ] 
effects  the  human  mind  and  draws  the  soul  of  one 
being  nearer  to  another,  and  nearer  to  Him  who 
gave  it.  Thought  sees  truth  and  reveals  it,  or  often 
conceals  it.  Heart  feels  truth  itself,  and,  with  a 
generous  fullness  of  eloquence  all  its  own,  to  which  \ 
no  force  feeling  can  ever  attain,  compel  conviction. 
Many  a  highly  polished,  classic  sonnet,  lies  in  cold 
neglect  on  the  J  ibrary  shelf,  while  the  humble  ballad, 
full  of  true  natural  feeling,  is  preserved  in  affection 
ate  living  rememberance.  It  is  read  and  appreci 
ated.  What  a  person  writes  from  intellect  only  may 
be  foreign  to  his  own  life,  a  work  wholly  artificial. 
It  is  a  work  of  the  head  only.  It  may  be  very  skill 
fully  formed,  quite  faultless  in  tone,  it  may  be  sue-  J 
cessful  in  its  way,  but  the  soul  and  spirit  will  be  wanting  ) 
to  make  the  work  elegant.  What  is  written  from  the  ) 
heart  must  have  the  same  coloring  as  the  character  ) 
of  the  writer.  True  natural  feeling  flows  freely  from  J 


CHOICE    WORDS   TO    THE    PUBLIC, 


the  innermost  nature  and  carries  with  it  something 
of  the  inherent  force  of  truth.  Where  both  powers 
are  called  into  action,  where  a  strong  intellect  plans 
and  a  noble  and  generous  heart  works,  there  we  may 
look  for  a  great  literary  work.  Thus  imitation  can 
never  attain  the  highest  and  most  elegant  production. 
Genius  is  something  nature  gives  to  all  human  beings. 
Some  people  use  it  one  way,  some  another,  some 
abuse  it,  others  apply  it  in  its  high  perfection. 
Genius,  with  science  applied  to  all  work,  either 
manual  or  mental,  is  indeed  highly  beneficial  to  all 
mankind.  The  youth  of  to-day  may  become  great 
with  the  aid  of  industry  and  truth.  Without  these 
two  properties  we  can  not  accomplish  any  thing  of 
any  merit.  Merit  is  gained  only  by  our  own  en 
deavors,  and  we  should  try  at  all  times  to  accomplish 
that  which  is  beneficial  to  ourselves  and  the  rising 
generation.  The  hour  when  our  young  people  leave 
their  comfortable  homes  to  enter  upon  the  cares  of 
life  often  forms  a  crisis  in  their  careers.  It  is  a  period 
to  which  they  have  looked  forward  with  large  hopes, 
and  to  which  they  will  look  back  in  all  their  future 
career  with  deep  interest.  They  are  now  called  to 
act  for  themselves,  to  stand  alone.  Parents'  arms  no 
longer  sustain  them,  their  mother's  love  no  longer 
shields  them ;  but  from  homes  of  affection  and  quiet 


WITH    NEW    AND   ORIGINAL    POEMS. 


they  venture  out  into  the  cold  and  stormy  world, 
where  fierce  temptations  will  assail  and  bitter  trial 
may  await  them.  Much,  very  much,  depends  on 
their  earliest  impressions,  their  first  steps,  for  these 
will  shape  their  paths  and  affect  their  character  to  the 
end.  We  should  not  cause  any  act  of  ours  to  mar 
their  career  or  sadden  their  lives.  We  should  help 
to  sustain  them  in  all  their  good  works  and  by  so 
doing  we  will  be  fulfilling  one  of  the  best  offices  to 
humanity.  We  should  live  peacefully  together  and 
work  our  way  up  honestly  and  industriously  until 
we  gain  the  height  of  distinction,  for  no  one  will  give 
us  wealth  or  fame  without  working  for  it.  We  should 
not  trouble  ourselves  about  our  neighbors'  affairs,  but 
let  every  one  do  as  they  please.  It  is  all  we  can  do 
to  clean  the  weeds  from  our  own  garden,  yet  how 
often  we  look  in  our  neighbor's  and  see  the  weeds 
growing  and  think  if  they  were  in  ours  we  would  pull 
them  up  and  in  their  place  plant  flowers.  Now,  dear 
readers,  perhaps  you  have  seen  a  few  persons  weeding 
in  my  literary  garden.  I  think  when  they  have 
finished  there  will  be  but  little  left  for  me  to  do. 
Some  newspapers  have  ridiculed  me  as  being  a 
farmer's  wife.  Readers,  I  am  a  farmer's  wife  and 
I'm  honored  by  the  name.  People  with  good  sense 
will  not  say  aught  against  the  farmers,  for  they  are 


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CHOICE    WORDS   TO   THE    PUBLIC, 


the  fountain  and  source  of  all  national  and  foreign 
commerce.  If  it  were  not  for  the  farmers  what 
would  the  people  in  the  cities  do.  Commerce  would 
be  affected  to  a  great  degree.  The  people  may  have 
money  but  it  would  be  of  no  use  to  them.  I  have 
heard  some  young  men  say,  "I  would  not  be  a 
farmer  for  anything. ' '  Suppose  all  young  men  should 
say  so.  What  would  become  of  the  world?  It 
would  go  down  to  degradation.  People  would  die 
for  want  of  food.  No,  we  want  more  farmers  and 
less  lawyers,  then  this  country  would  prosper  and 
soon  would  be  able  to  pay  her  great  debt.  Educa 
tion  is  needed  ;  it  enriches  the  mind  and  decorates 
the  person  with  something  that  the  world  can  not 
take  from  us.  Education  is  required  in  farming  as 
well  as  in  any  other  occupation.  Some  young  men 
of  to-day  would  find  it  very  profitable  in  the  future 
if  they  would  become  farmers  and  till  the  beautiful 
land  we  inherited  from  our  fathers.  There  are  thou 
sands  of  acres  waiting  for  the  ax  and  the  plow.  Our 
forefather,  George  Washington,  and  likewise  Andrew 
Jackson,  Daniel  Webster  and  several  others  that  I 
could  mention,  were  farmers  and  they  became  famous, 
and  some  of  them  (as  we  all  know)  arose  to  be 
President  of  our  nation.  Yet  some  of  them  after 
living  in  the  "White  House"  returned  to  the  farm. 


WITH    NEW    AND    ORIGINAL    POEMS. 


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Yes,  after  being  in  the  highest  office  in  the  country 
took  farming  as  their  choice ;  and  were  they  thought 
any  the  less  of  for  being  farmers?  Were  their  wives 
thought  any  the  less  of  for  being  mere  farmers' 
wives?  They  were  industrious  ;  and  what  is  it  that 
raises  young  people  from  proverty  to  wealth,  from 
obscurity  to  never-dying  fame;  what,  but  industry? 
Sons  and  daughters  may  be  born  of  humble  parents 
and  in  humble  circumstances ;  born  in  some  narrow 
and  obscure  corner  of  the  earth  ;  are  they  compelled 
to  stay  there?  Did  Providence  mean  they  should 
raise  no  higher  ?  We  think  not ;  they  may  become 
great  and  good  by  their  own  endeavors  in  industry. 
Industry  is  the  hand-maid  to  wealth,  and  honest 
wealth  cannot  be  gained  without  her  assistance. 
Every  important  work  requires  certain  mental  and 
moral  qualifications  in  the  agency  employed.  The 
greatest  work  of  to-day  is  the  temperance  work. 
The  theologists  are  industriously  working  for  the 
reformation  in  man,  and  for  the  benefit  of  the  little 
ones  in  our  midst,  whose  tender  ages  need  a  kind 
and  loving  father  to  guide  their  youthful  footsteps  in 
the  paths  of  honest  industry  and  truth.  May  they 
keep  working  until  reformation  is  truly  gained 
throughout  our  land,  then  we  would  have  truly  a 
happy  land,  and  all  the  little  children  that  have 


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CHOICE   WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


parents  would  have  a  happy  home,  and  Willie  and 
Nellie  would  have  their  wish. 


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<  WILLIE'S  AND  NELLIE'S  WISH." 

Willie  and  Nellie,  one  evening  sat 
By  their  own  little  cottage  door; 

They  saw  a  man  go  staggering  by- 
Says  Willie,  "  that's  Mr.  Lanore; 

He  is  just  going  home  from  town,  where 
He  has  been  in  a  saloon. 

When  Maggie  and  I  came  from  school, 
Said  Maggie,  '  please  papa,  come  home. ' 

"  She  asked  him  again,  again,  to  come  home. 

At  last  he  got  angry,  and  said : 
'  Maggie,  go  home — don't  bother  me  so; 

Go  home  now,  and  shut  up  your  head.' 
Poor  girl,  she  came  weeping  all  the  way, 

As  though  her  poor  heart  would  break. 
She  could  not  play,  not  a  word  would  say ; 

With  playmates  no  pleasure  could  take." 

"'Tis  the  same  child,"  Willie  replied; 

"I'm  sorry  for  Maggie  Lanore. 
I  wish  her  papa  would  sign  the  pledge, 

And  try  to  be  a  man  once  more. 


WITH    NEW    AND    ORIGINAL    POEMS. 


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He  drinks  up  all  the  money  he  earns, 
In  whiskey,  rum,  gin  and  beer ; 

His  home  is  a  home  of  poverty, 
Made  so  by  his  own  career." 

Says  Nellie,  "  I  wish  Mr.  Lanore 

Would  go  to  the  meeting  to-night, 
And  hear  the  temperance  lecture  ; 

Then  perhaps  he  would  try  to  do  right. 
One  more  little  home  of  happiness, 

Would  be  in  our  midst,  I  am  sure  ; 
Then  Maggie  Lanore  could  say  with  joy, 

'  My  papa  don't  drink  any  more.' ' 

Said  Nellie,  "I  told  her  never  mind, 

We  would  be  her  friends  evermore ; 
I  hoped  her  papa  would  sign  the  pledge, 

Then  he  would  not  drink  any  more. 
Then  smiling  through  her  tears,  she  said, 

'  The  temperance  pledge,  you  mean  ; 
If  papa  would  sign  it,  then  mamma 

And  I  will  take  comfort,  I  ween.'  ' 

"  I  wonder,"  says  Nellie,  "  can  it  be, 
The  same  child  I  saw  go  to  school  ? 

She  wore  ragged  clothes.     I  saw  her  toes 
Were  peeping  out  of  her  old  shoes. 


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CHOICE    WORDS   TO   THE    PUBLIC', 


She  has  curly  hair,  and  mild  blue  eyes ; 

Can  this  child  be  Maggie  Lanore  ? 
If  it  is  her,  I  sincerely  wish 

Her  papa  won't  drink  any  more." 


THE  SOUTHERN  SCOURGE. 

The  yellow  fever  was  raging, 

Down  in  the  sunny  south ; 
And  in  many  of  the  cities, 

There  was  a  death  at  every  house. 
This  plague  a  war  was  raging, 

With  the  lives  of  people  there  ; 
The  young  and  old  were  stricken  down, 

And  lay  in  sad  despair. 

No  comfort,  all  was  misery 

In  many  a  southern  home. 
Where  once  was  peace  and  quietness, 

Now  in  distress  are  thrown ; 
For  death  the  house  has  visited, 

And  caused  the  inmates  to  mourn 
The  loss  of  some  dear  loving  friend, 

That  on  earth  no  more  shall  roam. 

Some  people  in  delirium, 


WITH    NEW    AND    ORIGINAL    POEMS. 


Have  wandered  from  their  home  ; 
Have  wandered  to  a  vacant  house, 

And  there  have  died  alone, 
With  no  kind  friend  to  care  for  them, 

Or  close  their  dying  eyes. 
Oh  God  !   in  horrid  misery 

Hundreds  of  people  died. 

There  were  many  whole  families 

Taken  down  sick  in  a  day ; 
With  no  one  to  care  for  them. 

In  death  they  passed  away. 
Their  spirits  arose  to  God  above, 

Where  sickness  is  no  more ; 
Where  peace  and  comfort  ever  reign, 

On  Heaven's  blissful  shore. 

There  is  many  a  southern  city 

To-day  is  filled  with  woe, 
And  many  of  the  inhabitants 

Have  wandered  to  and  fro 
To  nurse  the  sick  and  dying — 

The  dead  for  the  grave  prepare. 
They  tried  to  do  their  duty, 

With  hearts  filled  with  despair. 


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CHOICE   AVORDS   TO    THE    PUBLIC, 


The  Howard  Association 

Have  been  doing  all  they  can, 
To  keep  the  "  plague  "  from  raging 

Throughout  the  southern  land  ; 
They  nursed  the  sick,  they  fed  the  poor, 

They  work  both  night  and  day, 
This  brave  band  in  the  southern  scourge 

Heroic  courage  display. 

This  noble  band  of  charity 

Have  went  from  house  to  house, 
To  ease  the  sad  misery  of 

The  sufferers  at  the  south  ; 
Sad  scenes  of  death  and  suffering 

Each  day  they  must  endure, 
As  in  the  daily  rounds  they  went 

Among  the  afflicted  poor. 

The  noble  northern  people 

Have  helped  them  all  they  can, 
In  money,  food  and  clothing 

Which  they  had  at  their  command ; 
There  is  many  a  southern  person 

That  will  bless  this  Howard  band, 
For  their  noble  deeds  of  charity 

To  the  sufferers  of  their  land. 


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LITTLE    CHARLIE  HADES, 

Little  Charlie  Hades  has  gone 

To  dwell  with  God  above, 
Where  live  the  little  angel  throng 

In  perfect  peace  and  love. 
His  little  spirit  now  is  free, 

Free  from  all  earthly  pain ; 
His  little  form  no  more  can  be 

In  the  bright  earth  again. 

His  little  life  was  short  on  earth, 

Being  but  three  years  old ; 
His  little  form  so  full  of  mirth, 

Now  the  cold  earth  enfold. 
In  her  embrace  she  gently  keeps 

His  form  she  calls  her  own, 
There  sweetly  sleeping  his  last  sleep. 

Quietly  all  alone. 

His  laughing  eyes  of  violet  blue, 

Are  closed  in  deep  repose ; 
His  curly  hair  of  coal  black  hue, 

His  little  head  inclose. 
In  beauty  he  was  bright  and  fair, 

He  was  his  friends'  delight ; 
They  miss  his  footsteps  everywhere, 

From  morning  until  night. 


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CHOICE    WORDS   TO   THE    PUBLIC, 


That  innocent  voice  full  of  glee, 

On  earth  is  heard  no  more ; 
That  precious  soul  from  sin  is  free, 

And  will  be  evermore. 
His  parents  mourn  for  Charlie  dear, 

Their  loving  little  one  ; 
And  oft  times  they  will  shed  a  tear 

For  their  little  infant  son. 


GENTLY  ON  THE  STREAM  OF  TIME. 
Gently  on  the  stream  of  time, 

We  are  floating  day  by  day, 
In  life's  native  boats  sublime 

We'll  soon  anchor  in  the  bay. 
We'll  soon  anchor  in  the  haven, 

Where  the  weary  are  at  rest, 
In  that  blissful  port  called  Heaven, 

Where  are  roaming  now  the  blest. 

CHORUS  : 

Be  gentle,  time  be  gentle  with  us, 

While  we  are  on  life's  troubled  stream, 
May  life's  foaming  billows  o'er  us 
Break  away  as  day  serene. 


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Gently  on  the  stream  of  time, 
We  will  swiftly  glide  along, 


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Till  we  reach  the  realm  divine, 

Then  we'll  join  the  heavenly  throng, 

Where  our  friends  have  gone  before  us 
Waiting  on  the  other  shore. 

In  that  home  they  sing  in  chorus, 
"  Welcome  home  the  rich  and  poor." 

Gently  on  the  stream  of  time, 

We  shall  shortly  pass  away, 
We  shall  reach  the  heavenly  clime 

If  God's  commands  we  obey. 
Gently  on  the  stream  of  time 

We  are  going  one  by  one, 
Listening  to  the  evening  chime 

On  life's  journey  going  home. 


/   WONDER    WHERE  MY  PAPA   IS? 

I  wonder  where  my  papa  is, 

Oh,  where  could  he  have  gone, 
I  wonder  why  he  does  not  come 

And  see  his  Lilly  Long. 
He  would  come  and  sit  by  me 

When  the  fever  burnt  my  brow, 
I  wonder  where  my  papa  is, 

For  he  comes  not  near  me  now. 


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CHOICE   WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


I  hear  no  more  the  foot  pace 

In  the  hall  by  my  door, 
Where  he  would  gently,  gently  tread 

Upon  the  oaken  floor. 
His  place  is  vacant  by  the  hearth, 

There  stands  his  easy  chair  ; 
I  hear  no  more  his  loving  voice 

Raising  the  evening  prayer. 

The  last  time  I  saw  my  papa  dear 

Was  just  Jive  days  ago, 
He  took  me  in  his  arms  and  said, 

"  You  are  getting  better  slow, 
Thank  God,  my  little  Lilly  pet 

Will  soon  be  well  again, 
And  run  about  the  house  and  play 

With  little  Nettie  Lane." 

I  wonder  where  my  papa  is, 

Oh,  where  could  he  have  gone, 
It  cannot  be  he  has  forgotten 

His  little  Lilly  Long. 
No,  he  never  would  have  left  me 

And  mamma  without  aid  ; 
I  fear  my  papa  has  fallen 

A  victim  of  the  "  plague." 


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The  mother  listened  to  her  child, 

Her  heart  filled  with  pain 
To  hear  her  loved  one  mourn  for  him 

Who  would  never  come  again. 
Tears  were  falling  from  her  eyes, 

From  her  bossom  heaved  a  sigh ; 
Little  Lilly  asked  in  wonder, 

11  Mamma  dear,  what  makes  you  cry?' 

"  Dearest  Lilly  must  I  tell  you 

That  your  papa  is  no  more, 
That  he  can  not  come  and  see  you 

And  caress  you  as  of  yore. 
He  has  gone  to  live  with  Jesus, 

In  the  heavenly  home  above, 
Where  are  dwelling  the  blessed 

In  God's  everlasting  love." 

Lilly  listened  to  her  mother, 

She  uttered  not  a  sound, 
O'er  her  little  pale  cheeks  softly 

Tears  began  to  trinkle  down  • 
At  last  she  sweetly  murmured, 

"  Mamma  dear,  you  and  I 
Must  live  so  we  can  meet  papa 

In  Heaven,  by  and  by." 


CHOICE   WORDS   TO    THE   PUBLIC, 


"  Yes,  my  child,"  the  mother  answered, 

' '  Your  words  are  very  true, 
While  we  live  on  earth  we  should  keep 

The  heavenly  land  in  view  ; 
Then  bright  on  earth  will  be  our  future, 

Bright  as  a  shining  star; 
We  will  live  in  love  together, 

Till  we  reach  that  home  afar. 


ANDRE  W  JA  CKSON. 

On  the  life  of  Andrew  Jackson, 

Now  dear  people  I  will  write, 
And  in  sketches,  I  will  tell  you 

His  career  with  great  delight. 
His  career  on  earth  is  ended ; 

But  his  name  is  ever  bright, 
And  his  memory  is  cherished 

As  a  great  glorious  knight. 

The  early  life  of  Andrew  Jackson, 

Its  marked  in  high  renown, 
As  a  lover  of  his  couutry 

He  proved  steadfastly  profound, 
Through  kind  teaching  of  his  mother, 

That  patriot  lady  brave ; 
His  mind  strengthened  by  her  wisdom, 

Ere  she  sank  into  her  grave. 


WITH    NEW   AND    ORIGINAL   POEMS. 


Ah,  in  manhood,  Andrew  Jackson. 

Was  a  daring  fearless  man ; 
With  a  strong  iron  will  commanding, 

He  was  loved  throughout  our  land. 
He  was  kind  and  generous  hearted 

In  his  military  acts, 
Yet  was  stubborn,  while  commanding, 

And  no  courage  did  he  lack. 

At  middle  age,  Andrew  Jackson 

Was  a  noble  warlike  man, 
And  was  capable  of  handling 

The  army  at  his  command. 
You  can  see  it  by  the  battles 

Of  his  Indian  campaign, 
Or  the  battle  of  New  Orleans, 

Where  so  many  men  were  slain. 

The  dauntless  energy  of  Jackson, 

Oh,  should  never  be  forgot, 
Or  the  battle  of  New  Orleans, 

Where  he  diligently  fought. 
Where  he  fought  to  save  his  country, 

From  the  British  fleets  of  fame  ; 
Through  coolness  and  courage 

The  victory  he  did  gain. 


CHOICE   WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


As  commander,  Andrew  Jackson 

Was  a  soldier  of  great  skill, 
And  he  nobly  done  his  duty 

To  his  country,  with  good  will. 
Yet  in  life  his  acts  were  censured, 

Ah,  by  men  both  great  and  small. 
One  the  acts  that  made  him  trouble 

Was  the  arresting  of  Judge  Hall. 

Oh,  that  act  cost  Andrew  Jackson 

Many  heart  pang  in  after  life, 
For  he  thought  it  was  his  duty 

In  that  hard  cruel  strife 
That  his  soldiers  should  obey  him 

And  fulfill  every  command, 
As  he  knew  no  other  method, 

He  could  save  his  native  land. 

The  people  loved  Andrew  Jackson, 

"Old  Hickory"  was  their  friend. 
As  a  President  o'er  our  country 

He  proved  faithful  to  the  end. 
His  career  on  earth  was  ended 

Eighteen  Forty  Five  ;  is  seen 
As  a  star  his  name  is  shining 

The  "hero"  of  "  New  Orleans." 


WITH    NEW    AND   ORIGINAL    POEMS. 


LITTLE  LIBBIE. 

One  more  little  spirit  to  Heaven  has  flown, 
To  dwell  in  that  mansion  above, 

Where  dear  little  angels,  together  roam, 
In  God's  everlasting  love. 

One  little  flower  has  withered  and  died, 

A  bud  near  ready  to  bloom, 
Its  life  on  earth  is  marked  with  pride  ; 

Oh,  sad  it  should  die  so  soon. 

Sweet  little  Libbie,  that  precious  flower 
Was  a  pride  in  her  parents'  home, 

They  miss  their  little  girl  every  hour, 
Those  friends  that  are  left  to  mourn. 

Her  sweet  silvery  voice  no  more  is  heard 
In  the  home  where  she  once  roamed  ; 

Her  place  is  vacant  around  the  hearth, 
Where  her  friends  are  mourning  lone. 

They  are  mourning  the  loss  of  a  little  girl, 
With  black  eyes  and  auburn  hair, 

She  was  a  treasure  to  them  in  this  world, 
This  beautiful  child  so  fair. 

One  morning  in  April,  a  short  time  ago, 

Libbie  was  active  and  gay  ; 
Her  Saviour  called  her,  she  had  to  go, 


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CHOICE   WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


E're  the  close  of  that  pleasant  day. 

While  eating  dinner,  this  dear  little  child 
Was  choked  on  a  piece  of  beef. 

Doctors  came,  tried  their  skill  awhile, 
But  none  could  give  relief. 

She  was  ten  years  of  age,  I  am  told, 
And  in  school  stood  very  high. 

Her  little  form  now  the  earth  enfolds, 
In  her  embrace  it  must  ever  lie. 

Her  friends  and  schoolmates  will  not  forget 

Little  Libbie  that  is  no  more  ; 
She  is  waiting  on  the  shining  step, 

To  welcome  home  friends  once  more. 


CROQUET  BY  MOONLIGHT. 

On  a  moonlight  evening,  in  the  month  of  May, 
A  number  of  young  people  were  playing  at  croquet, 
They  mingled  together,  the  bashful  with  the  gay, 
And  had  a  pleasant  time  and  chat,  while  playing  at 
croquet. 

CHORUS — This  play  they  call  croquet,  croquet, 

This  play  they  call  croquet. 

It  is  amusement  for  the  young, 

This  play  they  call  croquet. 


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On    that  pleasant  evening,  the    moon    shone    clear 

and  bright, 
And  every  heart  among  that  crowd   was  filed    with 

great  delgiht. 

It  was  a  merry  party,  for  lady  Dell  was  there, 
Her  merry  laugh  above  the  rest  was  heard  by  all,  so 

fair. 

Cho. — This  play,  etc. 

She  was  the  belle  that  evening,  admired    by   great 

and  small, 
And  all  the  boys  liked  to  play  with  the  girl  and  blue 

ball. 

She  was  a  splendid  player,  so  lively  and  so  gay, 
For  she  was  skilled   in   playing  that  pleasant   game 

croquet. 

Cho. — This  play,  etc. 

Two  young  men  among  them,  that  loved  this  pretty 

Dell; 
Although  I  write  about  them,  their  names  I  will  not 

tell. 
They  were  fine  young  fellows,  so  bashful,   and    yet 

so  gay  ; 
They  tried  to  beat  the  girl  that  with  the  blue  ball  play. 

Cho. — This  play,  etc. 

Ah  !  with  those  handsome  fellows,  Dell  thought  she'd 

have  some  fun, 
"The  one  of  you  that'll  catch   me,    may   see   me 

safely  home." 


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CHOICE    WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


The  play  began  in  earnest,  between  those  fine  young 

men, 
To  catch  the  girl  with  the  blue  ball,  was  impossible 

for  them. 

Cho. — This  play,  etc. 

She  went  around  the  play-ground,  so  full  of  life  and 

gay> 

She  left  them  at  the  farther  arch,  so  she  beat  them  at 

croquet. 

It  was  late  that  evening,  and  as  I  went  away, 
I  know  not  how  they  came    out,    in    that    pleasant 

game,  croquet. 

Cho. — This  play,  etc. 

So  croquet  by  moonlight  is  pleasant,  as  you  see, 
For  business  cares  were  laid  aside,  in  that  little  com 
pany. 

So  playing  at  croquet,  croquet,  so  playing  at  croquet, 
It  is  amusement  for  the  young  folks,   this   play   of 
croquet. 

Cho.— This  play,  etc. 


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FOURTH  OF  JULY. 

LADIES  AND  GENTLEMEN  : — I  am  invited  to  say  a 
few  words  in  regard  to  our  national  independence. 
I  am  wholly  unable  to  do  what  is  asked  of  me,  but 
will  do  the  best  I  can,  and  in  the  plainest  way.  No 
accomplishments  are  needed  to  speak  of  our  nation 


WITH    NEW    AND   ORIGINAL    POEMS. 


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or  its  glorious  fourth.  Ladies  and  gentlemen,  to-day 
we  meet  once  more  to  celebrate  our  great  nation's 
birthday. — 

Fourth  of  July,  how  sweet  it  sounds, 
As  every  year  it  rolls  around. 
It  brings  active  joy  to  boy  and  man, 
This  glorious  day  throughout  our  land. 

We  hail  this  day  with  joy  and  pride, 
And  speak  of  our  forefathers  who  died  ; 
Who  fought  for  liberty  in  days  of  yore, 
And  drove  the  British  from  our  shore. 

We,  as  descendants  of  that  race, 
Should  not  now  our  land  disgrace. 
Arise,  freeman,  arise  once  more, 
Be  earnest  as  in  the  days  of  yore. 

Yes,  ladies  and  gentlemen,  earnest,  honest,  patri 
otism  is  what  our  country  needs  to-day.  Men  of 
conscience,  men  of  good  character  are  needed  to 
bring  back  the  people  to  a  recollection  of  the  past, 
to  the  noble  words  and  nobler  deeds  of  our  fathers. 
Our  people  need  to  realize  the  intense  earnestness  of 
their  convictions;  the  intent  sacrifices  of  the  work  \ 
they  accomplished.  We  need  to  go  back  to  the  first  j 
principles  of  the  constitutional  government  and  study  ] 
the  motives  and  aims  of  our  fathers  to  build  us  up 


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CHOICE    WOKIJS   TO    THE    PUBLIC, 


in  honesty,  in  justice,  in  truth,  and  in  all  nobleness 
of  individual  and  national  character.  Our  fore 
fathers  were  a  people  of  industry.  They  endured 
hardships  and  trials  which  our  people  of  to-day  know 
nothing  about.  They  were  good,  earnest,  honest 
people,  who  worked  for  our  country's  good  and  not 
for  money.  Ladies  and  gentlemen,  the  splendor  of 
the  closing  victory  of  the  Revolutionary  war  should 
not  be  forgotten  ;  but  as  valuable  lessons,  glorious 
illustrations  of  the  valor  of  our  citizens,  soldiers,  and 
of  the  genius  of  the  great  hero  George  Washington, 
whose  lofty  soul  was  the  fountain  of  inspiration,  from 
which  all  engaged  in  the  defense  drew  courage,  con 
fidence  and  patriotic  resolution,  ought  not  to  be  for 
gotten  or  hastily  glanced  over.  His  whole  desire 
was  to  do  full  justice  to  American  valor  and  patriot 
ism,  and  make  this  a  free  and  independent  nation. 
He  who  sprung  from  the  wilderness  a  frontiersman, 
without  science,  art  or  experience  in  military  affairs, 
was  enabled,  through  the  smiles  of  Providence,  by 
his  stout  heart  and  sagacious  intellect  and  ardent 
patriotism,  to  repel,  punish  and  nearly  destroy  one 
of  the  best  appointed  armies  ever  sent  forth  by  the 
greatest  Power  of  the  earth.  Ought  such  deeds  be 
permitted  to  fade  from  the  memories  of  a  patriotic 
people  ?  No,  never  !  it  should  be  held  up  to  view 


WITH    NEW    AND    ORIGINAL    POEMS. 


and  handed  down  from  generation  to  generation  as 
long  as  this  nation  stands.  No,  every  honest  citizen 
should 

Hail  this  day  with  festive  joys, 

And  make  it  a  pleasure  for  the  girls  and  boys ! 

Some  who  in  future  years  stand  in  the  tracks  of  their 
parents  and  friends,  to  maintain  the  glorious  Fourth. 
Qne  hundred  and  two  years  ago  to-day  was  a  day  of 
great  rejoicing  with  our  forefathers,  they  who  had 
fought  eight  long  years  to  gain  their  freedom  from 
the  British  government.  They  fought  under  the 
same  stars  and  stripes  that  are  waving  over  us  now. 

THE    FLAG. 

See  the  glorious  stars  and  stripes, 

Floating  over  there ; 
See  how  gracefully  they  wave 

In  the  summer  air. 
We  love  to  see  that  starry  flag, 

Wave  in  peace  with  ease, 
And  its  colors,  red,  white  and  blue, 

Unfurled  to  the  breeze. 


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God  grant  that  flag  may  ever  wave 

O'er  our  native  land, 
Where  sons  of  freemen  are  united 

In  a  happy  band, 


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CHOICE   AVOKDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


To  celebrate  the  glorious  Fourth, 

The  day  we  should  adore ; 
Hail  each  anniversary  day, 

Now  and  evermore. 

Our  fathers  fought  beneath  that  flag 

In  the  days  of  yore, 
To  gain  their  freedom  from  British  laws, 

Which  they  could  not  endure. 
The  cry  was  then  for  liberty, 

On  land  and  on  sea; 
They  gained  the  glorious  victory — 

Our  country  now  is  free. 

The  land  of  Columbia's  sons, 

To-day  is  filled  with  joy  ; 
Every  heart  should  beat  as  one, 

In  the  blessings  we  enjoy. 
We  should  love  our  native  land, 

Where  our  fathers  died, 
We  should  keep  the  country  free — 

The  early  pilgrim's  pride. 

See  the  glorious  stars  and  stripes, 

Waving  over  there, 
See  the  starry  emblem,  friends, 

Floating  in  the  air. 
Proud  it  waves  o'er  our  land, 

Where  it  has  waved  for  years, 
May  every  freeman  greet  that  flag 

With  three  rousing  cheers. 


WITH    NEW   AND   ORIGINAL   POEMS. 


"A  DEPARTED  FRIEND," 

He  is  sleeping,  soundly  sleeping 
In  the  cold  and  silent  tomb. 

He  is  resting,  sweetly  resting 
In  perfect  peace,  all  alone. 

He  has  left  us,  God  bereft  us, 
And  his  will  must  e'er  be  done, 

It  will  grieve  us,  and  bereave  us 
To  think  of  this  noble  son. 

While  on  earth  he  done  his  duty, 

To  all  his  fellow  men, 
Some  will  miss  him  in  his  office, 

Where  he  often  used  the  pen. 

He  was  witty,  always  happy, 
Kind  and  genial  in  his  way ; 

He  was  generous  in  his  actions, 
And  his  honor  could  display. 

He  has  held  many  an  office, 
And  has  done  his  duty  well ; 

And  his  name  will  be  remembered 
By  the  friends  that  knew  him  well. 

Friends  are  weeping,  softly  weeping, 
In  his  kind  and  loving  home ; 


CHOICE   WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


Let  him  slumber,  sweetly  slumber, 
Till  God  calls  him  from  the  tomb. 


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THE  BURIAL   IN  THE  SNOW. 

How  well  do  I  remember 

Of  a  burial  in  the  snow, 
On  a  winter's  evening 

Some  fifteen  years  ago  ; 
The  ground  was  covered  over 

With  the  beautiful  crystal  snow, 
And  it  glistened  in  the  moonlight, 

Like  diamonds  all  aglow, 

It  was  a  pleasant  evening, 

That  merry  Christmas  eve  ; 
And  I  never  can  forget,  how 

The  frost  hung  on  the  tree. 
The  moon  was  shining  clearly, 

And  the  sleigh-bells  rang  so  sweet ; 
Ah,  it  was  splendid  sleighing, 

The  snow  was  two  feet  deep. 

My  grandparents  were  living 
Some  two  miles  then  away, 

My  parents  went  to  see  them, 
To  spend  the  holiday. 


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WITH    NEW    AND   ORIGINAL   POEMS. 


I  went  with  my  kind  parents, 
For  the  evening  was  sublime, 

To  see  dear  aunts  and  uncles, 
And  have  a  merry  time, 

I  saw  the  beaming  faces 

Of  my  grandparents  dear, 
As  they  met  us  on  the  door-step, 

With  welcome  words  of  cheer. 
In  fancy  I  can  see  them 

As  in  the  days  of  yore, 
When  they  welcome  home  their  children 

Through  the  old  familiar  door. 

The  banquet  board  that  evening, 

Was  filled  with  cake  and  wine, 
Delicious  fruits  and  oysters 

That  came  from  foreign  clime. 
It  was  a  merry  party 

That  met  once  more  to  roam, 
My  grandparents  were  happy, 

Their  children  were  all  home. 

Grandpapa  said,  "dear  children, 

Lay  the  tea  things  aside, 
And  some  of  you  get  ready 

To  take  a  pleasant  ride. 


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CHOICE   WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


The  moon  is  shining  clearly, 

The  evening  is  sublime, 
O'er  the  crystal  snow  we'll  glide, 

And  have  a  jolly  time." 

Hats  and  cloaks  were  soon  put  on, 

By  those  who  wish  to  go, 
They  were  wrapped  up  snug  and  warm, 

For  a  sleigh  ride  o'er  the  snow. 
Their  hearts  were  light  and  gleeful, 

They  rode  away  with  ease, 
I  never  can  forget  them, 

Or  that  merry  Christmas  eve. 

On  that  beautiful  evening, 

They  rode  five  miles  away, 
O'er  hills,  and  dales,  and  frozen  snow, 

With  prospects  bright  and  gay. 
They  came  to  their  journey's  end, 

And  soon  were  homeward  bound, 
A  more  joyous,  happy  band 

Was  nowhere  to  be  found, 

The  merry  sleigh  bells  ringing 

Out  on  the  midnight  air, 
And  merry  voices  singing 

All  "  right  side  up  with  care  !  " 


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The  horses  were  high-spirited, 

They  ran  away,  and  lo  ! 
Broke  loose  from  the  sleigh,  and  left 

It  buried  in  the  snow. 

The  people  of  that  party 

Lay  scattered  all  around, 
Some  were  frightened,  others  laughed, 

To  think  it  happened  so, 
That  the  end  of  their  sleigh  ride 

Was  a  burial  in  the  snow. 

Yet  they  were  gay  and  happy, 

The  bright  moon  o'er  them  shone, 
And  laughing  o'er  their  sleigh  ride, 

They  all  went  trudging  home. 
Some  of  those  friends  are  dead  and  gone, 

That  met  in  that  old  home, 
And  never  will  we  meet  again, 

Around  that  dear  hearth  stone. 


TO  MY  FRIENDS  AND    CRITICS. 

Come  all  you  friends  and  critics, 

And  listen  to  my  song, 
A  word  I  will  say  to  you, 

It  will  not  take  me  long, 


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CHOICE   AVORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 

The  people  talks  about  me, 
They've  nothing  else  to  do 

But  to  criticise  their  neighbors, 
And  they  have  me  now  in  view. 

Perhaps  they  talk  for  meanness, 

And  perhaps  it  is  in  jest, 
If  they  leave  out  their  freeness 

It  would  suit  me  now  the  best, 
To  keep  the  good  old  maxim 

I  find  it  hard  to  do, 
That  is  to  do  to  others 

As  you  wish  them  do  to  you. 

Perhaps  you've  read  the  papers 

Containing  my  interview ; 
I  hope  you  kind  good  people 

Will  not  believe  it  true. 
Some  Editors  of  the  papers 

They  thought  it  would  be  wise 
To  write  a  column  about  me, 

So  they  filled  it  up  with  lies. 

The  papers  have  ridiculed  me 
A  year  and  a  half  or  more. 

Such  slander  as  the  interview 
I  never  read  before. 


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Some  reporters  and  editors 

Are  versed  in  telling  lies. 
Others  it  seems  are  willing 

To  let  industry  rise. 

The  people  of  good  judgment 

Will  read  the  papers  through, 
And  not  rely  on  its  truth 

Without  a  candid  view. 
My  first  attempt  at  literature 

Is  the  "Sweet  Singer"  by  name, 
I  wrote  that  book  without  a  thought 

Of  the  future,  or  of  fame. 

Dear  Friends,  I  write  for  money, 

With  a  kind  heart  and  hand, 
I  wish  to  make  no  Enemies 

Throughout  my  native  land. 
Kind  friends,  now  I  close  my  rhyme, 

And  lay  my  pen  aside, 
Between  me  and  my  critics 

I  leave  you  to  decide. 

SKETCH  OF  LORD   BYRON'S  LIFE. 

"  Lord  Byron  "  was  an  Englishman 
A  poet  I  believe, 


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CHOICE   WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


His  first  works  in  old  England 

Was  poorly  received. 
Perhaps  it  was  "Lord  Byron's"  fault 

And  perhaps  it  was  not. 
His  life  was  full  of  misfortunes, 

Ah,  strange  was  his  lot. 

The  character  of  "  Lord  Byron  " 

Was  of  a  low  degree, 
Caused  by  his  reckless  conduct, 

And  bad  company. 
He  sprung  from  an  ancient  house, 

Noble,  but  poor,  indeed. 
His  career  on  earth,  was  marred 

By  his  own  misdeeds. 

Generous  and  tender  hearted, 

Affectionate  by  extreme, 
In  temper  he  was  wayward, 

A  poor  "  Lord  "  without  means  ; 
Ah,  he  was  a  handsome  fellow 

With  great  poetic  skill, 
His  great  intellectual  powers 

He  could  use  at  his  will. 

He  was  a  sad  child  of  nature, 
Of  fortune  and  of  fame  ; 


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Also  sad  child  to  society, 

For  nothing  did  he  gain 
But  slander  and  ridicule, 

Throughout  his  native  land. 
Thus  the  "poet  of  the  passions," 

Lived,  unappreciated,  man. 

Yet  at  the  age  of  24, 

' '  Lord  Byron  ' '  then  had  gained 
The  highest,  highest,  pinacle 

Of  literary  fame. 
Ah,  he  had  such  violent  passions 

They  was  beyond  his  control, 
Yet  the  public  with  its  justice, 

Sometimes  would  him  extol. 

Sometimes  again  "  Lord  Byron" 

Was  censured  by  the  press, 
Such  obloquy,  he  could  not  endue, 

So  he  done  what  was  the  best. 
He  left  his  native  country, 

This  great  unhappy  man  ; 
The  only  wish  he  had,  "  'tis  said," 

He  might  die,  sword  in  hand. 

He  had  joined  the  Grecian  Army ; 

This  man  of  delicate  frame  ; 
And  there  he  died  in  a  distant  land, 


And  left  on  earth  his  fame. 
"Lord  Byron's"  age  was  36  years, 

Then  closed  the  sad  career, 
Of  the  most  celebrated  "  Englishman  ' 

Of  the  nineteenth  century. 


CHRISTMAS. 

Hail  the  coming  holiday, 

With  a  hearty  joyous  feast, 
And  drive  away  sorrow,  friends, 

For  a  day  or  two  at  least ; 
Lay  all  business  cares  aside, 

And  make  the  world  resound, 
With  music  and  festivals 

Throughout  our  merry  town. 


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May  every  person  in  our  land 

A  voice  to  heaven  raise, 
And  welcome  in  Christ's  birthday, 

With  everlasting  praise; 
Praise  Him  who  died  upon  the  cross, 

Our  sinning  souls  to  save, 
The  great  Redeemer,  Christ  our  lord, 

That  dwells  beyond  the  grave. 


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We  should  meet  in  reverence, 

And  God's  commands  obey, 
And  make  each  other  happy 

Throughout  the  holiday  ; 
And  not  forget  the  orphans, 

The  aged  or  the  blind, 
The  rich,  the  poor  and  needy, 

To  each  one  pray  be  kind. 

May  every  parent  in  the  land, 

Hail  Christinas  day  with  joy, 
And  not  forget  a  present  for 

Their  little  girls  and  boys ; 
They  are  looking  forth  anxiously, 

For  Santa  Claus  to  come 
And  fill  their  little  stockings, 

With  toys  and  sugar-plumbs. 

God  grant  a  merry  Christmas  eve 

And  happy  Christmas  day, 
To  every  person  in  the  land, 

At  home  or  far  away. 
That  festive  day  will  soon  be  here, 

Alas,  will  soon  be  o'er; 
Welcome,  welcome  the  coming  of 

Christmas  day  once  more. 


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CHOICE   WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


UNFORTUNATE. 

Fold  her  hands  upon  her  breast, 
And  let  her  sweetly  sleep. 

She  has  found  a  perfect  rest, 
Beneath  her  winding  sheet. 

Her  weary  limbs  are  now  at  rest, 
And  free  from  toil  and  pain  ; 

Her  weary  soul  from  earth  has  left, 
But  in  Heaven  lives  again. 

Death  has  closed  her  mild  blue  eyes, 
That  once  was  full  of  mirth, 

Her  lovely  form  once  full  of  life, 
Will  now  return  to  earth. 

Touch  her  gently,  let  her  lie, 
This  forsaken  girl  forlorn  ; 

Tears  may  fall  from  strangers'  eyes, 
O'er  her  silent  form. 

She  was  a  poor  erring  girl, 

A  wanderer  alone, 
Friends  she  had  none  in  this  world, 

Nor  a  place  she  could  call  home. 

She's  found  a  home  bright  and  fair 
In  that  world  above, 


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Angels  dwell  together  there, 
In  perfect  peace  and  love. 

Place  her  gently  in  her  grave, 
And  let  her  sweetly  sleep. 

Judge  her  not ;  for  he  who  gave 
Her  life,  her  soul  will  keep. 


THE    TEMPERANCE  ARMY. 

Come  all  ye  friends,  and  citizens, 

Where-ever  you  may  be, 
Come  listen  to  a  few  kind  words 

A  friend  will  say  to  thee, 
Although  going  to  speak  to  you 

I  mean  you  all  no  harm, 
Tho*  I  wish  you'd  join  the  army 

Of  the  temperance  reform. 

Come  join  the  glorious  army 

Of  the  temperance  reform, 
And  every  man  that  joins  the  ranks, 

Will  find  it  is  no  harm, 
To  wear  Red  Ribbon  on  his  breast, 

To  show  to  this  rare  world, 
There  is  one  that  joined  the  army 

And  his  colors  has  unfurled. 


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CHOICE   WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


Come  all  men  in  our  nation, 

Come  join  this  happy  band, 
And  make  your  homes  an  eden, 

Throughout  our  happy  land. 
Your  homes  will  then  be  happy, 

Your  friends  will  all  be  kind  ; 
And  in  the  domestic  circle 

True  happiness  will  find. 

Ah,  from  this  temperance  army, 

Your  feet  shall  never  stray. 
Your  mind  will  then  be  balmy 

If  you  keep  the  shining  way. 
Your  paths  are  strewn  with  flowers, 

And  your  homes  are  rosy  light, 
And  God  will  watch  the  hours, 

For  He-s  ever  on  the  right. 

Come  all  ye  merry  happy  lads,    . 

And  listen  to  my  rhyme. 
Don't  be  afraid  to  join  the  pledge 

And  let  be  the  cursed  wine. 
Ah,  lay  the  flowing  bowl  aside, 

And  pass  saloons  if  you  can, 
And  let  the  people  see  that  you 

Can  be  a  sober  man. 


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Go  join  the  temperance  army, 

And  battle  for  the  right, 
And  fight  against  the  enemy 

With  all  your  main  and  might. 
For  it  is  a  glorious  army 

This  temperance  reform, 
And  the  badge  Red  Ribbon 

Will  do  you  all  no  harm. 

NEW  YEAR, 

Farewell  to  the  old  year  forever, 

And  all  its  sorrows  and  care 
We'll  bury  in  our  hearts,  and  endeavor 

New  troubles  and  trials  to  bear. 

The  old  year  has  gone  with  its  sadness, 
In  oblivion  to  dwell  evermore  \ 

The  new  year  will  come  with  its  gladness, 
To  welcome  the  rich  and  the  poor. 

Ah,  welcome  the  new  year  with  pleasure, 
And  welcome  home  friends,  that  is  dear ; 

Be  happy  and  joyful  together, 
And  greet  each  happy  new  year. 

Some  people  will  meet  in  sadness, 
For  death  has  entered  their  home, 


CHOICE    WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


And  robbed  them  of  joy  and  gladness, 
And  left  them  forsaken  and  lone. 

Young  people  not  meet  it  in  sorrow, 

For  their  hearts  are  blithesome  and  gay, 

Trouble  will  come  with  to-morrow, 
So  let  them  be  happy  to-day. 

Farewell  to  the  old  year  forever ; 

Lay  its  sorrows  aside  with  a  tear. 
Think  of  the  future  ;  and  endeavor 

To  greet  each  happy  new  year. 

LOST  AND  FOUND. 

In  a  southern  city  lived  a  wealthy  family ; 

In  a  southern  city  was  the  happy  home 
Of  a  father  \  i  «d  mother  and  a  little  daughter. 

In  peace  and  contentment  they  lived  alone. 

But  one  summer  evening  there  happened  a  mis 
fortune, 

Which  caused  the  parents  to  weep  and  mourn, 
For  this  little  daughter,  a  loving  little  treasure, 

Was  a  poor  little  wanderer  far,  far  from  home. 

It  happened  thus, — the  mother  went  out  calling 
On  a  widow  friend,  who  lived  all  alone ; 


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She  left  her  little  daughter  in  the  care  of  her  father, 
And  through  his  neglect  she  wandered  from  home. 

The  father  rocked  his  child,   till  her  eyes  closed  in 

slumber ; 

Thought  he  to  himself,  I'll  go  over  across  the  way, 
And  see  a  neighbor  friend;  he'll  be  there  this  eve 
ning, 
And  I  must  see  him  before  he  goes  away. 

He  left  his  little  one,  he  supposed,  sweetly  sleeping 
In  her  little  cradle,  in  the  house  alone, 

And  in  his  great  hurry  he  left  the  gate  ajar ; 

This    thoughtlessness    caused    destruction    to    his 
home. 

Soon  after  he  was  gone  she  awoke  from  her  slnmber, 
[        Poor  child,  she  then  found  herseKall  alone, 
For  no  one  was  there,  no  one  heard  her  weeping 
As  she  wandered  away  far,  far  from  home. 

She  wandered  along  on  the  busy  thoroughfare, 
No  one  seemed  to  notice  this  little  one  alone  ; 

She  wandered  down  Broadway  till  the  little  feet  were 

tired, 
This  poor  little  wanderer  far  away  from  home. 

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CHOICE   WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


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At  last,  getting  weary,  she  sat  down  on  the  pavement, 
And  soon  fell  asleep,  so  tired  had  she  grown ; 

In  her  troubled  sleep  she  would  softly  murmur,  papa ; 
This  poor  little  lost  one  so  far  away  from  home. 

A  policeman  came  along  and  saw  her  sweetly  sleep 
ing, 

On  the  pavement  at  midnight  alone. 
He  gently  picked  her  up  and  took  her  to  the  station, 

This  poor  little  wanderer  far  away  from  home. 

He  advertised,  but  could  not  find  her  parents ; 

At  last  he  took  her  to  the  orphan  home, 
Where  she  lived  till  a  farmer  in  the  country 

Took  her  to    live   with  him,  this  wanderer  alone. 

The  father  died  o'er  the  loss  of  his  daughter, 
The  mother  sought  for  her  three  years  alone ; 

At  last  she  found  her    with    kind    people    in    the 

country, 
Her  poor  little  wanderer  far  away  from  home. 

Kind  people  can  imagine  the  joy  of  the  mother, 
When  she  found  her  little  loving  one. 

"Oh  God,"   exclaimed  the  mother,  "  I  have  found 

my  little  Alice, 
My  poor  little  wanderer  far  away  from  home. 


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ADVICE   TO  LITTLE  CHILDREN. 

Bless  those  little  children 

That  love  to  go  to  school ; 
Blessed  be  the  children 

That  obey  the  golden  rule. 
Children,  love  your  parents, 

For  they  have  cared  for  you  ; 
When  yon  were  little  infants 

They  watched  and  prayed  for  you. 
CHORUS  : — 

Bless  those  little  children 

That  go  to  Sabbath  school, 
For  they  hear  of  Jesus, 
And  learn  the  golden  rule. 

Prayed  that  you  might  some  day 

Give  a  pleasant  smile, 
Be  a  comfort  in  their  old  age, 

And  be  a  loving  child. 
Now  my  little  children,  * 

Be  cheerful  in  your  song, 
And  make  your  home  an  Eden, 

For  all  the  day  long. 
Chorus  : — 

Love  your  little  school-mates, 
Be  gentle  in  your  play, 


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CHOICE   WOUDS   TO    THE    PUBLIC, 


Be  kind  to  your  teachers, 
And  their  commands  obey. 

Oh  !  then  you  will  be  happy 
In  the  bright  world  to  come, 

For  then  your  friends  will  love  you 
Forever,  little  ones. 
Chorus  :  — 

CHILDREN'S  REPLY. 

We  are  little  children, 

That  go  to  Sabbath  school, 
To  hear  of  our  Redeemer, 

Likewise  the  golden  rule. 
We  will  try  and  do  our  duty, 

To  friends  and  parents  dear, 
We  will  try  and  do  our  duty, 

Their  loving  hearts  to  cheer. 


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We  are  little  children, 
That  love  to  go  to  school, 

We  love  to  hear  of  Jesus, 
And  learn  the  golden  rule 

We  will  love  our  parents, 
With  all  our  little  hearts  ; 


WITH    NEW    AND   ORIGINAL    POEMS. 


Yes,  we  will  obey  them, 

We  will  not  from  duty  part, 

For  oh,  we  know  they  love  us, 
Though  wayward  we  may  be — 

Their  heart  it  never  changes, 
From  our  little  infancy. 
Chorus  : — 

We  will  love  our  schoolmates, 

Likewise  our  teacher,  dear, 
For  loving  words  of  kindness 

From  them  we  often  hear. 
And  we  will  not  forget  them, 

Those  friends  so  kind  and  true, 
For  in  the  ten  commandments 

They  tell  us  what  to  do. 
Chorus : 


THE  GREAT  CHICAGO  FIRE. 

The  great  Chicago  Fire,  friends, 

Will  never  be  forgot ; 
In  the  history  of  Chicago 

It  will  remain  a  darken  spot. 
It  was  a  dreadful  horrid  sight 

To  see  that  City  in  flames ; 
But  no  human  aid  could  save  it, 

For  all  skill  was  tried  in  vain. 


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CHOICE   WORDS   TO   THE   PUBLIC, 


In  the  year  of  1871, 

In  October  on  the  8th, 
The  people  in  that  City,  then 

Was  full  of  life,  and  great. 
Less  than  four  days  it  lay  in  ruins, 

That  garden  City,  so  great 
Lay  smouldering  in  ashes, 

In  a  sad  and  pitiful  state. 

It  was  a  sad,  sad  scene  indeed, 

To  see  the  fire  arise, 
And  hear  the  crackling  of  the  flames 

As  it  almost  reached  the  skies, 
And  sadder  still,  to  hear  the  moans, 

Of  people  in  the  flames 
Cry  for  help,  and  none  could  get, 

Ah,  die  where  they  remained. 

To  see  the  people  run  for  life ; 

Up  and  down  the  blazing  streets, 
To  find  then,  their  escape  cut  off 

By  the  fiery  flaming  sheets, 
And  others  hunting  for  some  friend 

That  perhaps  they  never  found, 
Such  weeping,  wailing,  never  was  known, 

For  a  thousand  miles  around. 

Some  people  were  very  wealthy 

On  the  morning  of  the  loth. 
But  at  the  close  of  the  evening, 

Was  poor,  but  felt  content, 


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Glad  to  escape  from  harm  with  life 
With  friends  they  loved  so  well. 

Some  will  try  to  gain  more  wisdom. 
By  the  sad  sight  they  beheld. 

Five  thousand  people  were  home 

S    :.  wanderers  in  the  stree> 
With  no  shelter  to  cover  them, 
And  no  food  had  they  to  eat. 

wandered  down  by  the  lake  side. 
Lay  down  on  the  cold  damp  ground, 

jd  and  weary  and  homeless, 
So  the  rich,  the  poor,  was  found. 

Mothers  with  dear  little  infants, 

Some  clinging  to  the  breast. 
People  of  every  description 

All  laid  down  there  to  rest, 
With  the  sky  as  their  covering, 

Ah,  pillows  they  had  none. 
Sad,  oh  sad,  it  must  have  been, 

For  those  poor  homeless  ones. 

Neighboring  Cities  sent  comfort, 
To  the  poor  lone  helpless  ones. 
And  God  will  not  forget  them 
In  all  the  years  to  come. 

of  Chicago 

:»uilt  up  anew  once  more. 
And  may  it  never  be  visited 
With  such  a  great  fire  no  more. 


CONTENTS. 


Address 5 

Willie's  and  Nellie's  Wish, 12 

The  Southern  Scourge 14 

Little  Charlie  Hades 17 

Gently  on  the  Stream  of  Time, 18 

I  Wonder  Where  my  Papa  is 19 

Andrew  Jackson 22 

Little  Libbie 25 

Croquet  by  Moonlight 26 

Fourth  of  July 28 

,      The  Flag 31 

(     "A  Departed  Friend  " 33 

The  Burial  in  the  Snow 34 

To  my  Friends  and  Critics 37 

Sketch  of  Lord  Byron's  Life 39 

Christmas 42 

Unfortunate 44 

The  Temperance  Army 45 

New  Year 47 

Lost  and  Found 48 

Advice  to  Little  Children 51 

Children's  Reply 52 

The  Great  Chicago  Fire 53 


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